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The Doctor is In Ch. 01

By: Basra



I drove to my psychologist's office nervous as hell. "What do I say to him? Not only have my dreams gotten worse, he's in them now too!" My dreams had been disturbingly clear and erotic for some time now, and they terrified me. Today, I decided to tell him I was planning to see another shrink.

The walk from the parking lot to Doctor Vonis's office was longer than usual that day. I just couldn't come up with a good lie. I must have looked at the sunset for at least fifteen minutes before going in, letting the colored rays play across my dark skin. I walked into the main building, suddenly aware of the cold by the tightening of my breasts. It's a good thing I'm wearing a bra, I thought, I opening the door to his office, nervously biting my lip. He was in his usual chair, writing something in his notebook. I walked quietly towards him, and in a few seconds he looked up. His face was as pleasant and attractive as always, his blue eyes twinkling, his lips in a slight smile. Because he was an older man, his dark hair was graying slightly at his temples, and he had slight creases around the sides of his mouth . The fact that he about twenty years older than me only added to my embarrassment. He motioned for me to take a seat on one of his leather sofas, but I shook my head.

"And why not?" he asked. He didn't seem to be annoyed with me, just curious. 

"I'm not staying long." I didn't know how to tell him the truth. So I made something up quickly. "I have something I have to do."

"Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Then why not call me on the phone?"

"Well...I don't know how to say this..." I stalled. He nodded encouragingly. I sat down out more of nervousness than anything else. "I think it would be best if I saw another therapist."

"Is there anything that I've done wrong? "

Uh-oh. He wasn't going to let me off that easy. "No... I know you didn't...it's just, I still think medication would be more appropriate for what I've been experiencing in my dreams."

Dr. Vonis put his notebook aside. "We've already established that your dreams are the result of your fear and sexual attraction for white men. As I've said before, dream blocking medication would only take care of the side effects, not deal with your problem." I crossed my legs nervously, not looking him in the eye. "Now, it is my personal opinion that you are making excellent progress. I know it took tremendous effort for you to share your dreams with me, considering what you had been taught at an early age concerning white men, and I congratulate you for it. I know that wasn't easy." He paused, to study my body language no doubt. "Something has happened that you think you can't share with me. What is it?"

"I...can't tell you. It's too embarrassing." I replied shakily.

He raised his hand. "I promise I won't tell anyone. Scout's honor."

I sighed. "I just don't know how to explain it."

"Start at the beginning."

I relaxed on the couch, the way I usually did, with my dark legs curled under me, my top heavy body leaning towards the doctor. It should have felt routine, but I felt different towards him now, even though my dreams weren't real. I felt my breasts harden in anticipation of what I was about to relate. I slid my tongue over my lips nervously, hoping my sexual excitement would go away. "The dream started the way it normally does. I'm in a four poster bed in the daytime. I'm completely...you know naked, and a cool breeze is coming through the windows, cooling my skin from the hot sun. It's summertime, and I can hear the birds singing outside. Then a shadow comes over the room, like a cloud is moving over the sky, and there's a naked man in the room." I stop abruptly. The dream would usually take a predictable course, but it had changed in the past few days. That's what was so embarrassing.

"Is something wrong, Adina?" Doctor Vonis's eyes bore into me, wondering why I stopped. He had been wearing the same expression in my dream, which aroused me even more. I felt a trickle of moisture begin to flow out of me. I shifted my position to stop the flow, but my effort had no effect.

"The past couple of days, my dream has changed. Now I can see the man's face."

He nodded. "Does he look like someone you know?"

Ha. "Uh...yeah." 

"Continue please." 

"Well, the room gets darker, I think it becomes evening, and the naked man moves closer." I swear I would have been blushing if I was a white woman, remembering just who the man was in my dream. "And he starts rubbing his dick...I mean penis, until he cums. He's looking me in the eye the entire time, smiling at me. I want to run away, but I can't move. I want him at the same time though. He comes closer to me and begs me to suck his...cock. I want to, I really want to this time, but I still can't move. There's still cum on his...uh...thing, and he rubs it over my body, on my nipples, on my mouth, at the opening of my..." The first that came to mind was "pussy", but of course, I couldn't say that in front of a doctor. "...vagina, but he doesn't...enter me." I couldn't say "fuck." "He begs me to tell him to, but I can't say anything. He gets angry and cums again on my eyes, and I wake up."

Dr. Vonis leans back in his chair. "Tell me who the man in your dream is."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"It's just too embarrassing. I don't know how you'll look at me if I tell you."

"I'll look at you as I always have. As a patient."

"You promise?" I asked childishly, even though I was too old to ask something like that.

"Cross my heart and hope to die. You'll feel a lot better once you tell me."

I inhaled deeply, hoping he wouldn't kick me out of his office for telling him the truth. "It was you."

He nodded. "I figured as much. You shouldn't feel embarrassed about it. I'm the only white man you talk to intimately. It only makes sense that your 'mystery man' would take on my characteristics." I turned my head away and bit my lip. The doctor's face reddened for the first time since I'd met him. "I meant facial characteristics, to be more specific." He chuckled nervously, and I noticed he glanced over my crotch and chest before looking me in the eye. I was slightly turned on by his inappropriateness of his glance, not having any feelings of shame. "Perhaps it would be better is you switched therapists."

What?. "But you just said-"

"I know. But you've grown inappropriately attached to me. I don't think I'll be much help to you anymore."

Hold the fuck up. You aren't putting this all off on me! "You said all that stuff was normal before you got all red in the face!"

He turned a deeper color of red. "Okay, fine. I don't feel comfortable. And if I'm not completely focused on helping you, there's no point in you coming to see me anymore." He hurriedly wrote off the name and number of another psychologist. "Here. She'll be a much better therapist. " He hurried me out the door, rubbing his hand down my side. I knew he was passing this contact off as a doctoral comfort, but I wasn't buying that. And I didn't mind.

What the fuck? Just because he got embarrassed, you can't see me anymore? You aren't getting off that easily, I thought, about to reopen his office, when I heard a loud grunt coming from his office. I jumped back, startled. The grunting continued. It was obvious that the doctor had rushed me out just in time. 

I licked my lips, enjoying the sounds of him getting off. I took off my shirt and bra, and squeezed my neglected nipples, which were already standing out proudly from my dark areoles. I slowly zipped down my jeans and reached into my panties, homing in on my clit in seconds. I squeezed my clit between my fingers, rolling and pulling it. My pussy began flooding my jeans. I rocked my hips against my pussy soaked fingers as the doctor's grunts became more and more guttural. I had never done anything so kinky before, but this was making me cum. I gave a loud shuddering moan, bringing me to my senses. 

Oh my god...the grunting stopped! I realized. I immediately zipped up my pants, threw on my shirt, and ran for the outside door.

To be continued...

The Doctor is In Ch. 01



Author's Statement: I am a new writer and this is my first submission. I want to write good stories and will accept all feedback. All I ask is that you be gentle since this is my first posting.

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Just as most nurses have, I've seen my share of unusual things. I've worked in hospitals, as a private duty nurse and in doctor's offices. There's no shortage of work for a skilled nurse with certifications, but after many years of nursing, I wanted a position that had regular hours and something resembling a normal schedule

That opportunity was offered to me five years ago by a group of physicians who were opening a new, high tech practice specializing in obstetrics and gynecology. When I met the docs and heard their plans, I was excited about the possibilities with them. A few weeks later, when they offered me the position of head office nurse, I jumped at it. Not only was the salary good, but I'd be able to do hiring for the staff, and that was something I was very interested in.

I happened to be at my parent's house for a family cookout when I told them about the new position. They were all happy for me, especially my big brother, Ted. Once he found out it was an Ob/Gyn office, he kidded me all day, saying he'd be happy to "fill-in" for any gynecology exams if the doctors happen to call in sick. 

This same kind of kidding from my brother continued for years. Every time I saw him he'd remind me of his offer to stand-in for any doctors that were gone. Each time he'd lay it on pretty thick, telling me as he chuckled, that he could do a very thorough exam and send the woman home with a smile on her face. He always laughed when he said it, and I knew exactly what he was inferring. As time went on, he'd ask me questions about gyno exams, for example, "Do women get turned on by the examinations?", and "Do most women shave their pubic hair?", or "What exactly is a pap smear?"

I knew he was just being inquisitive, as most men are, about the female body, so it never really bothered me. But, over time, his comments and his questions seemed to consume every bit of time we spent together and I finally confronted him about it.

"Come on," Ted said, trying to defend himself, "I'm just curious, that's all. What normal man wouldn't love a job like that -- seeing naked women all day."

"Well, maybe you should settle down and get married." I replied to my brother. "Then you can have your own woman to examine and satisfy your doctor fantasies."

"Sally," he answered, "believe me, when and if I ever do get married, it'll be to a lady that would indulge my interests in the female body, that's for sure."

I thought that would end his kidding and his questions, but it didn't. It continued, and his questions got more and more provocative. He was asking me about inverted nipples, menstrual cycles and uneven breasts. Normally, his questions didn't really embarrass me, but, when he asked me what a hymen looked like, I turned beet red and just walked away.

At the end of the summer last year, all of us were at my parent's house again, and I knew what to expect from my brother -- more of the same badgering. But, to my surprise, he never brought it up once. I even gave him several opportunities, and he never said a thing. After all the years of kidding and questions, and offering to be a 'fill-in' doctor, he never alluded to it at all. 

No more than a week after that, I got a phone call from my friend Kate one evening after work. We talked for a few minutes about the normal stuff, and then the conversation turned to work -- specifically, my work at the Ob/Gyn office. After a few minutes, she asked me a question I never expected.

"Sally," Kate said, "the real reason I called was to ask you about something that you're probably going to think is a little weird."

Being a nurse, this happens to me all the time. Friends and relatives will call and ask me something they're too embarrassed to ask their own doctor. It comes with the territory and I'm used to it. So, I told Kate not to worry about it, adding that she could ask me anything at all.

"Thanks." Kate replied. "Here goes......."

"Sally," she began, "I have this friend at work who just told us today she was going to give her two weeks notice and is moving back to Minnesota where her family is."

"Well, the thing is...... uh," Kate added, "I wanted to do something special for her before she left. She's a pretty good friend, but she made me promise not to throw her a 'going away party' or make a big deal of it."

"Okay." I said, listening closely and waiting for her to get around to asking what she was trying to ask me.

"She and I were out bar hopping one night, and we were just being stupid, talking about guys and what turned us on...." Kate said. "Well anyway, my friend has always had kind of a doctor fantasy -- where she goes for her female exam and the doctor gets her all hot and bothered, you know..... touches her all over and gets her off..... and uh, well, I was just wondering if there were any doctors where you work that might be interested in helping my friend, you know..... live her fantasy out."

There was a long period of silence between us after Kate stopped talking, and the first thing that went through my mind was that I needed to stop her right there and tell her unequivocally and firmly, 'No'. 

But, I held off because I've known Kate for a long time and she's one of those people that has a genuinely golden heart and in some strange way, I can really see her trying to set something like this up as a nice gesture for her friend. 

Now, any woman can tell you that a female exam can be embarrassing and humiliating. You're lying there on a table with your legs spread open so a doctor can look at, touch and poke things inside your vagina. And, as a nurse, I know for a fact that most women aren't sexually stimulated by their annual check-ups. Yes, I admit I've seen some that appear to be aroused, but the vast majority of women consider it a necessary evil and they go through with it to avoid serious female problems in the future.

As nurses, we're required to watch what the doctor does -- and we do that. I usually stand a few feet, right behind the docs shoulder, so I can see where his hands are and what they are doing. I've seen so many exams, I know what kind of touching, and how much touching is normal. And despite the fact that all my docs are professionals and I've never seen them do anything inappropriate, I'm here to tell you that sometimes, it does happens -- the patient can get stimulated in a certain way and they show visible signs of being sexually aroused. 

Most nurses have a catch phrase, or a signal, they use when they think the patient is becoming sexually excited. When the doctor sees or hears the signal, they end the exam as quickly as possible and leave the room. It's better to stop all contact rather than risk litigation or lose your license. 

So, when Kate asked me her question, it immediately sent up red flags.

"Kate," I replied, "tell me the truth now..... is this for you, or is it really for a friend of yours?"

"No, Sally!" Kate gasped. "Really, it's for my friend at work, Shannon. No kidding, she's really got this thing about doctors and since I know you work for a gyno, I was just thinking maybe you could help make it happen."

"Listen," I answered, "I assure you, no doctor is going to agree to do anything like that. Their insurance is high enough already, and if they were to get sued by some woman making charges against them, it would be catastrophic for the whole practice."

Kate was silent for several seconds. "I guess you're right." She finally said. "I was just trying to see if it was possible. She's got this major fantasy about being examined in a very unprofessional way and you're the only one I know in the medical field. So, uh, just forget it."

Kate changed the subject to something else, and shortly after that, she said she had to go. I apologized for not being able to help her with her friend's doctor fantasy and she said she understood. I knew she was disappointed, but, there wasn't much I could do about it. There was no way I was going to jeopardize my job or put any of my docs in a position to ruin their careers.

That night though, I couldn't get my conversation with Kate off my mind. It wasn't hard to believe her friend had a thing for doctors. I'd definitely seen some of our patients glow when the doctor felt their breasts or nipples, and I've seen a few patients that were more eager than others to assume their position in the stirrups. Like I said, it goes with the territory.

Then, it hit me. All those conversations with my brother, Ted, came back to me and I did the unthinkable -- I seriously thought about the possibilities of getting Kate's friend together with my brother in the doctor's office! I blushed at the sheer naughtiness of it, and all through the night, I couldn't sleep a wink thinking how I might orchestrate it safely. Is it possible I could I trust Kate, her friend and my lecherous brother enough to pull it off? 

I worked myself up so much thinking about it, my hands found their way into my panties twice during the night, rubbing myself to several earth shattering orgasms, and each time, I visualized this unknown Shannon person being touched, fondled, groped and even screwed while she lie there on the exam table. Visions of her being opened up while Ted did things to her consumed my brain that night, and by the time I got up the next morning, I was a heap of nervous and excited energy.

I called Kate before seven o'clock that morning. "Let's just say I could arrange something like that for your friend." I began. "What assurance would I have that she'd never say anything? I could get into a lot of trouble for something like this, you know."

Kate was excited that I'd even considered it, and she told me she'd talk to Shannon as soon as she got to work to see if she'd be interested in something like a 'Special, Once In A Lifetime Gyno Exam'. "I understand." Kate assured me. "She'd have to swear to keep this a secret forever".

I gave Kate one of my email addresses I don't usually use, and told her to give it to her friend, Shannon. "Tell her to email me with what her fantasy entails, and we'll go from there. I'm not promising anything, but, there's a chance she might get what she's looking for. And tell her I'd have to be there..... and I mean in the room the whole time. That's not negotiable, either. I'd be taking a huge risk, so, I would be there, too."

Kate was overjoyed, acting almost giddy with excitement. I hate to admit it, but I was, too. Once I hung up with Kate, I threw myself on the bed, shoved my fingers down into my panties and rubbed myself to the thought of watching one of my 'patients' being examined by my big brother -- even going as far as to fantasize that I stood next to him while he pulled his penis out of his trousers had sex with this woman!

Many bizarre things went through my mind as I got ready and then drove to work. 'How big was my brother's penis?', and 'How far would something like this go? Just touching? Oral Sex? Vaginal intercourse? Anal sex?' 

Anal sex? Shit. No way! What the hell was I thinking!

I was able to calm down a little by the time I put my purse down and got a cup of coffee from the break room. On my way out of the break room, though, I passed a notice reminding all the staff that the office was going to be closed next week, Thursday and Friday, so the doctors could attend a seminar in New York. My eyes flew open as I remembered how we carefully scheduled the last appointments for mid day on Wednesday so the docs could get out of town on time. 

It seemed like fate was bringing things together, carefully aligning pieces of a plan that might allow me to make this happen for this Shannon woman. By the time I got back to my desk, I was getting slippery between my legs. I considered making a trip to the ladies room to relieve my itch and wipe myself off, but, it was about time to open the doors and the first patients would be here any minute. 

During the first two hours of appointments, it was incredibly hard to concentrate on my duties. During one woman's exam, my mind drifted off and I started to daydream as I stood behind the doctor while he performed the external and internal vaginal exams on the patient. In my mind, I was seeing my brother sitting on the rolling stool between that woman's legs with the bright light illuminating her vagina so clearly. "Gawd! That light makes everything so clear!" I thought as I peered between her legs watching the doctor's gloved fingers gently separate and inspect her labia. 

This patient was very well trimmed. Actually, she was completely bare down there, except for the proverbial landing strip on her pubic mound, and as he began to palpitate her vagina, her clitoris came into view and I wondered what my brother would do right then. Would he touch it? Would he rub it? Would he lean down and lick it? My mind was taking me places that I shouldn't be going, and even though I knew I needed to pay attention to what the doc was doing, I had a hard time getting Shannon's fantasy out of my mind. What made it worse was this woman was one of our younger patients. She was in her mid-twenties and very cute. She had one of those beautiful vaginas every woman wants to have, and, oh Gawd -- I didn't know if it was the KY the doctor was using or what, but she was wet and glistening -- almost to the point of flowing. I couldn't tear my eyes away if I wanted to, and as I watched the doctor do the exam, I knew without any doubt it wouldn't be long before my own wetness was started flowing. 

I'm not sure how I got through the morning, but I did. Cradling my head in my hands at my desk during lunch time, I gave in and decided to check my email -- the email address I'd given to Kate to give to her friend, Shannon. 

I went through the motions of entering the user name and password calmly enough, and when I saw there was new mail in the inbox, my heart jumped and I clicked on the inbox folder. There, just thirty minutes old, was an email with the subject line "Hello from Kate's Friend".

The note was long, and I mean very long. It started out warmly as she introduced herself as Kate's friend from work. She explained how she was moving away and what the timing was going to be for her move. Then, she expressed her gratitude to Kate, and to me, for the favor we were doing for her and swore to me a solemn oath she'd never tell anyone what we were discussing.

In very eloquent words, she asked for forgiveness and understanding for what she was about to say in her email, and then very methodically, she explained in detail what her fantasy was. I sat riveted to my chair, reading each line of her email twice -- maybe three times -- to make sure I read it correctly. By the time I was done, I was almost breathless. But, I went back to the start of the email and read it again just to be sure I hadn't missed anything.

To say the email was naughty would be a serious understatement. To say it was erotic would be incorrect, too. If I tried to characterize it as nasty -- that still wouldn't describe the things she wrote. The closest word I can come up with is that it her email was sheer pornography. 

This woman's fantasy called for her to be sexually examined, touched, fondled, stroked, licked, sucked and, yes -- you guessed it - fucked. She wanted to play the part of a submissive, naive young woman who was having her first ever female exam. She was very clear that she wanted to be undressed personally by the doctor and exposed and exhibited in any way the doctor wanted. She wanted to be embarrassed -- asked questions about her body and her sexual experience. She even made a point of saying she'd do anything that was asked of her, even performing oral sex on the doctor, or letting him have sex with her. 

"I don't want this to be a normal doctor visit." Shannon wrote. "I would want it to be sexual from the very instant I arrived. I'd want the doctor to take any and all liberties with me that he desires. I'm on birth control, and I'm clean, so there's nothing to worry about in that regard. He can use me in any manner he wishes."

The email itself was nastier than pornography, and as I read it the third time, I keyed in on something she kept repeating -- that she wanted to be submissive, embarrassed, and be thoroughly used. 

I shook my head from side to side as I thought about everything she said in her note. The last paragraph of her email said she knew her fantasy made her sound like she was a slut, but, she assured me she didn't have much sexual experience at all. She claimed to have had sex only a small handful of times, and with only two different men. She described herself as the "Quiet Librarian" type, and begged me to understand and forgive her for her nasty fantasy. 

"I understand you need to be present." Shannon wrote as a post script. "I'm okay with that as long as you are. I've never had any sexual relations with a woman before, but, I'm not against it, and I wouldn't reject it if it happened. Once I'm in the exam room, you have my word that I'll do exactly what I'm told, regardless of who tells me to do it. And please, Sally," she added, "I'm trusting you to keep all this just between you and me. I'm begging you not to discuss these details with Kate. I'd just die if she knew these things about me."

Even though I wanted to reply to her right then, I couldn't bring myself to hit the reply icon. Instead, I marked the email as 'new', signed out and closed my browser. Sitting back in my chair, I took a deep breath right as one of the docs knocked on my office door and poked his head in.

"Sally?" He began, "Are you feeling alright? You look flushed."

Then, making his way over to my desk, he placed his hand on my forehead. "You feel hot." He said. "You've got a fever. We don't need you getting everyone else sick if you're coming down with something. Why don't you go on home and get some rest?"

He didn't have to ask me twice, and no more than fifteen minutes later, I was pulling out of the parking lot thinking about what I was going to say to Shannon in my reply email. By the time I got home, I had a good idea what I wanted to say to Shannon, but I forced myself to get changed into some comfy sweats and a t-shirt before I sat down at my computer. 

It was almost 4:00 PM before I hit the 'Send' button on my email. I'd easily typed three pages of words in my reply. Along the way, I'd removed my shorts and started to diddle myself while I wrote. That got to be too much trouble, so I went to get a towel, laid it in the chair, stripped off my panties and put my faithful G-Spot vibrator right up my vajayjay. 

Sure, having the vibe in me made it hard to concentrate, but at least I could type my email with both hands now. I answered all of Shannon's questions, posed a few of my own and told her I'd never breathe a word about any of this to our mutual friend, Kate. I gave her an idea of what I had in mind, and asked if next Friday afternoon would work for her.

I knew no one would be in the office if we were closed that day, especially on a Friday afternoon. I told her I thought I could get her a doctor that would be interested in what she had in mind, and I reiterated the fact that I was going to be there the whole time, and that I'd be in the exam room, too. I intentionally stayed away from her comments about relations with other women for no other reason but to see if she brought it up again. Honestly, I'll admit to having some curiosity about other women, but, I've never acted on it. 

I was honest with Shannon telling her I was a little uneasy about the whole thing at first, and I blushed when I told her how I'd been consumed with the idea since Kate brought it up to me. I proposed that we work out the details via email as soon as we could this week, and then if we both agreed to go through with it, next Friday afternoon would be the day.




The Doctor is In Ch. 01



As a teaser, I gave Shannon a written description of my brother, telling her he was tall, single, unattached, and good looking. I almost attached a picture of him, but thought better of it knowing I could do it another time if we were able to agree on the details and work out all the planning. 

I didn't tell her I hadn't talked to 'the doctor' (Ted) yet, but, if I knew my brother, he'd probably go for it. The only possible issue was going to be the fact that I'd be in the room with them. I didn't know how he'd react to that, but, I'd already resolved it in my mind that I was going to talk to him tonight and feel him out on the whole idea.

Lastly, I told Shannon how much I enjoyed her frankness and honesty in her email as she described what her fantasy was. I suggested she send me a complete script of how she'd like to see her fantasy played out and I told her not to hold back. I promised I wouldn't judge her or make any inferences from what she wrote. I just told her to be honest with me so I could get an idea what she was looking for. 

I didn't bother to tell Shannon I'd been sopping wet since I read her email, but, I mentioned the fact that it 'aroused me'. I surely wasn't going to tell her I was sitting here with a vibrator drumming away inside my coochie, and I didn't tell her I was going to ride that plastic pony until the batteries went dead once I sent the email, either. 

When I finally sent the note, I leaned back in my chair and lifted one foot and rested it on the desk in front of me. Then, reaching down to get a nice grip on my vibe, I closed my eyes and let the vibrating egg at the end of my plastic friend take me away. I'd been on edge all day, and even though I gave myself a good orgasm before I left for work, I felt like it had been weeks since I had a good one.

Moving that plastic toy in and out and holding it up against my G-Spot did the trick in short order. It wasn't more than a few minutes later that I was slumping over and jerking thunderously as my one hand held the vibe in place while my other hand stroked between my lips. 

Gawd, when it was over, I felt so decadent -- almost ashamed of what I'd done. I couldn't believe I was fantasizing about my brother posing as a doctor while he examined some strange woman's body in my presence. Then, the next thing I new, there was a new email in my inbox, and I'll be damned -- it was from Shannon.

Shall I continue? Yes? No?



The Doctor is In Ch. 02



I ran out of the office building like a cheetah, in a mad dash to get to my car. I juggled my keys in my hands, desperate to find the right one. What the hell was I thinking? Masturbating outside my doctor's office? I wanted to curl into a small ball and disappear, but had to settle for getting into my car and speeding away. What if someone finds out about this? Was all I kept thinking as I flew through stop signs and lights, ignoring the honks and screams coming from other cars. I arrived at my apartment in five minutes. It usually took me fifteen. Although I should have been more concerned about whether or not someone took down my license plate number and called the cops, I wanted to get out of sight as soon as possible. 

I took my hands off of my steering wheel and winced. They felt like they had been tenderized. I had been gripping the steering wheel like I was taking a strength test. I flexed them slowly, allowing myself to calm down in the process, the sound of my popping knuckles strangely soothing. 

What do I do now? I thought, as I entered my apartment. I know he heard me. I was louder than he was. That's why he stopped. I turned on the heat, suddenly aware of my apartment's chill. I hugged my chest in an attempt to warm myself up, and realized I wasn't wearing my bra.

"Holy shit." I muttered. "Even if he didn't hear me, he'll still know I was there." I ran my fingers through my hair nervously. "Do I go back? Do I stay here and hope no one notices it?" I plopped down on my sofa, suddenly feeling sick. He'll be looking for me. I know it. He'll see it. I felt a small trickle of fear start to flow into my mind. I began to shake a little, the tell-tale signs of a panic attack coming on. "Breathe girl, breathe." I whispered to myself. 

After several minutes, I heard a knock at my front door, confirming my fears. No, no, no! My mind screamed. I began to tremble, shaking uncontrollably, I tried to breathe, but I just couldn't catch my breath, I started to roll up into a ball "Adina?" I heard him call my name, and I got dizzy. My head began to spin as I hyperventilated. I tried to scream but didn't have the breath for it. "Adina, are you all right?" I made a noise, somewhere between a honk and a shriek. "Adina, I'm breaking the door down right now if you don't open it!" I started to crawl towards the door before I stopped breathing. I saw him break down the door in slow motion, my vision by then already fuzzy and starting to darken. I felt him lift me up but I couldn't understand what he was saying. I passed out, and I woke up coughing, with the doctor standing over me.

"Dr. Vonis!" was the first thing I gasped. "You have to get out of here." I told him between coughs.

"I just gave you CPR. Are you all right? You had a horrible panic attack." He looked really worried about me, but I began to shake again.

"Get away, away..." I felt light-headed again, and I staggered to my feet. I put my arms around his neck to steady myself, and I found myself looking into his eyes, his irises going from dark blue to almost purple now with worry for me.

"Easy now." he told me. He wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Don't touch me!" I said instantly, spinning out of his grasp. "This is what you've wanted from me, this whole time isn't it? You want to see what it's like, don't you?"

"What are you talking about?" his eyes opened wide.

"You don't think I heard you? Grunting in your office like that?!"

"Adina-"

"You were just using me! I bet you got off on what I told you! I bet you-" I panted, trying to catch my breath. "I trusted you!"

"I did the responsible thing. I told you to seek another therapist the moment I crossed the line. I'm sorry I did, because I really care-" 

"Not another fucking word! I can't believe anything you say."

"I'm sorry that you feel that way, Adina. but I had to make sure you were okay." 

"Are you kidding?" I laughed dryly. "Look at my door, doctor. You kicked it in like a madman!"

"Because I was worried about you! I saw your bra out in the hallway, and I didn't know what to think! I didn't know if you had gotten robbed or raped or what!"

All the fight drained out of me then. "You really thought that?"

"Yes. Why else would I drive all the way to your house and be this upset?"

"I thought you were trying to...I just figured men in your position would always..." I didn't know what to do. Dr. Vonis actually was worried about me? He didn't come to my place to hurt me in any way?

"Did you think I would rape you? Adina, I would never-"

"Please, just get out of here. I-" I fainted then. I came to later in my bed.

"I'm calling an ambulance for you. I want to make sure you're okay." said Dr. Vonis from the shadows.

"I'm fine, really I am. I'm like this all the time around white guys." I laughed weakly. "You should go home. Your family is probably worried about you."

"I only have my dog Beenie waiting for me. I can wait here for the ambulance."

I got out of bed. "No. You don't have to-" My head felt light-headed again.

"Adina, Adina say something." he came over to me. "I'm calling the ambulance right now."

"No! Don't!" I pulled on his sleeve, unexpectedly drawing him closer. I could see the slight sweat on his upper lip. Without thinking, I flicked it away with my tongue. His skin tasted like aftershave, musk scented. I wanted to kiss him, so I did.

Dr. Vonis broke away. "Adina, this isn't what you really want."

"Maybe it is." I looked at his mouth, and I found myself wanting to taste the inside of it, so I kissed him again.

"Adina, stop! You're emotionally fragile right now. You don't want to be with me, you just want to know what it's like to be with me, just so you can make up your mind about the so-called evilness of white people." He looked me in the eye. "Go to sleep and call a new therapist in the morning."

"So you don't want me." Dr. Vonis started walking out of my room, but I came up behind him and started rubbing on his arms. I had wanted to do that for a long time, but was always too scared to. "Please don't leave me."

"You know we can't do this." He didn't move under my fingers, but his hot skin betrayed his emotion.

"I'm not your patient anymore, Doctor. There isn't anything two consenting adults can't do."

"I'm sorry Adina. But I won't take advantage of you like this." He continued to walk away from me, but I moved my hands down to the bulge in his pants and held him there. "Don't do this."

"I can't help it. I just need you so bad. So bad!" I played with him, molding the bulge between my fingers. I slid my hands up, then down into his boxers. 

"You don't want to do this!" he said, trying to pull away, but I wasn't letting go of him. He moaned, obviously enjoying my fingers.

"But I do. I wouldn't touch you like this if I didn't." It scared me a little, being this honest about my feelings towards him. But my lust won out over my fear. I pulled down his pants, together with his boxers. His dick sprang up immediately, reddened and waiting. I moved my hands under his shirt, feeling the thick dark hair covering his chest. I had always had a thing for big hairy guys. I began to get wet from just moving my hand over his muscles, pinching his small flat nipples occasionally. My clit began to tingle, wanting his touch. "So, Doctor..." I purred against his neck, "What do you want to do to me?"

He held my face in his hands, searching me for any doubt. Certain that he found none, he kissed me slow and deep, making my skin warm. He broke it off to breathe. "Call me Anthony." He took his shirt off and stood before me completely naked, the grayish black hair all over his body giving me he impression of a grizzled bear. I knew he was powerful, but I wasn't about to run screaming from the room.

"What do you want to do to me, Anthony?" I asked again. My eyes drank him in admiring his now fully erect penis. His cock, about the width of a one-ounce spice canister, was flowing with pre-cum. I wanted him immediately. I knelt down and moaned as I ran my tongue over his slit, loving the salty taste in my mouth. I had never been much of cocksucker, but he exuded sex and lust and all that. I wanted to do everything and anything to him. 

"Stand up." he told me, running his fingers through my hair. "I want to feel you." I stood up, and he pressed my crouch to his.

"Anthony..." I moaned, rocking my hips against him. His penis was still flowing, and his pre-cum was soaking my jeans.

He lay me down on my bed and started peeling my tank top up, kissing my stomach along the way. "So smooth." he murmured. Since my bra was long gone, nothing stopped him from licking and rolling my breasts between his fingers. He pinched my nipples, and then sucked on them, making me hump his leg like a slut.

"God I need you!" I screamed, pulling at his hair. He was driving me crazy. 

He raised his head and smiled, his face covered in our sweat. Then he raised a finger to his lips. "Ssh. I've waited a long time for this. We both have." He tongue kissed me then, setting my whole body aflame. I could feel him unzipping my jeans, pausing every now and then to cup and rock my sex against his hands. Once my pants were off, he moved my panties aside with a finger, probing me. "God! You're soaking!" He exclaimed as slowly slid his middle finger into my slit. 

"Oooohhhh fuuuu-!" I moaned, arching my back as he pushed the digit all the way in up to his knuckle. My pussy convulsed around the invader, holding his finger inside me.

"Jesus! Are you sure you're not a virgin?" he asked, slowly removing his finger.

"No. I've had sex before. Just not since my panic attacks started. How long has it been? Two years? And I've never had anyone as hung as you."

He frowned at me then. The frown he always gives me when I've said something he doesn't agree with. "I don't want to hurt you. And I don't want you to think I'm using you-"

I covered his mouth with my hand. "You want to fuck me right?" He nodded through my hand. "And I want to fuck you. I'm not asking for a date, a relationship, or any shit like that." I sighed, removing my hand so I could say in his ear, "I'm too old to believe in fairy tales, and I'm no princess." I nibbled on his ear, working my way down his jaw line with my lips. I encircled him with my arms, pressing my large breasts against his body. As I moved in closer, his engorged cock pressed against my stomach like a spear.

"Let me...go. I have to get a condom from my wallet." His voice, now uncharacteristically low and hoarse, stopped me cold. He was right. Neither of us was going to be stupid enough to do this unprotected. He grabbed his pants from somewhere on the floor, pawed through his wallet for the silver packet, and tore open the wrapper with his teeth. After putting it on, He motioned for me to lay down on my back. Looking me straight in the eye, he boldly took his tongue and made lazy circles around the base of my clit. When my legs started to shake, he merely held onto my thighs and sucked on my clit, lashing the tip of it with his tongue. 

"I can't...oh lord...jesus...stop..." I moaned, even though at the rate I was thrusting my hips I had no intention of stopping him.

"Jesus? I thought my name was Anthony." He muttered around my clit. 

He sucked even harder, making me cry out random words strung together with his name that made no sense. "Anthony...sky...fall...christ...heaven...Anthony!" I felt my pussy contract and let out a torrent of juice. 

Anthony just lapped it up, grinning like the devil himself. I tried to stop him, but he just pushed me back. "You taste like honey. I could cum just from tasting you." 

No one had ever made me feel like this before. He hadn't been the first to eat me out, but no guy had ever tried to clean up the mess he had made. It made me want him more. "If you don't fuck me right now-"

His stare cut me off. His blue eyes were almost alien to me now, so dark they were purple. He had been controlling himself, trying not to hurt me. But he couldn't hold out much longer. "Or what?" he deadpanned. He moved his body over mine so that his fully erect cock rested on stomach, pointed at my chest. He pressed his hips firmly against mine, so hard that his balls were firmly on top of my clit. He bore down on me, kissing me on the lips, making me want to taste more of him. Of us mixed together. "Or what?" he continued. "What are you going to do?" he whispered into my neck, making me shudder pleasurably. Then he looked at me with those strange indigo eyes. "Well?"

It had never occurred to me that he was serious. He was willing to let me do whatever I wanted. I bit my lip, trying to decide. In seconds I knew what I wanted to do to him. "It's time for us to change positions, don't you think?"

That shocked him. He probably assumed I would suck him off, or maybe let him hit from the back, but I was thinking of something entirely different. He got off of me, and sat up. I kissed him, lulling him into a false sense of security, and quickly pushed him over and onto his back. He looked stunned. I straddled him like a naughty cowgirl, and he slowly moved his hands down my stomach to my hips. I smacked his hands away and leaned over him. "You had your chance, slowpoke. Now it's my turn to play." I took his cock and guided it to my core, slowly impaling myself on his thick shaft until he bottomed out. I moaned, pinching my breasts as I sat on his cock balls deep.

Now it was Anthony's turn to get impatient. "Are you going to fuck me, or are you just going to sit there and look pretty?"

"I've had just about enough of you!" I leaned over his body and kissed him deep while I started working my his cock in and out of me, as hard and fast as I dared. It felt so good that I couldn't think, let alone speak. I just focused on his eyes, and things he was doing to my mouth. The only time I broke my silence was when I felt his hand slide up to grip my ass. I brushed his hand away. "Keep your hands to yourself, mister man!" When he sat up, I pushed him back with my foot. I moved the other leg in the opposite direction, and started to fuck him in a nearly complete split.

"Thank you, Lord!" Anthony looked skyward and spoke in the tone of a repentant sinner. He let me do what I wanted, stroking myself slowly on his shaft, fucking him sideways. We fucked so long, that I was almost in a meditative state when Anthony cried, "Oh fuck!" and came. I adjusted my legs, and removed myself from his cock.

We both lay like that for some time, on our backs, trying to catch our breaths. "So what now?" I whispered, breaking the silence. 

He turned to me, his eyes back to their normal blue color. "I don't know. On the one hand, I could get into trouble if anyone ever found out about us." he trailed his fingers from my navel to cup my right breast. "On the other hand, you're worth the risk."

I breathed deeply, trying not to believe what he was saying. It was pillow talk, and I wasn't born yesterday. "This isn't going to work out. You know that."

"I don't know that."

"Yes, you do. If you want to start seeing me, you have to wait two years. And even then it'll be up to the psychiatry board."

He wrinkled his forehead in surprise, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "How do you know about that?"

"I used to be a criminal justice major, before I switched to sociology. Anyway, I studied a case about a psychiatrist who was barred from practice for a year for marrying an ex-patient." I touched his cheek. "I don't want to see that happen to you. You're a good doctor."

"I've been a good doctor for over twenty years. My career isn't enough for me anymore." he ran his thumb over my nipple.

I laughed dryly, in spite of what I was feeling. "I thought you just wanted to fuck me!"

"That's what you said you wanted from me. You had a hand over my mouth, remember?" I turned away from him. I didn't want him to see the fear in my eyes. I didn't want him to see me cry. "Adina?"

"You're right. That's not what I want." I got out of the bed and walked away into the living room, hurriedly wiping away my tears. I was about to walk outside, when I realized I didn't have any clothes on. When I turned back around, Anthony was standing there in my doorway, still naked, reaching for me. It hurt a part of me to know I had to say goodbye to him, a part of me I didn't know existed.

"What can I do to change your mind?" He asked, embracing me. I let him hold me for awhile, savoring the moment, because I knew it could never happen again. He had given me my life back that day, more than he would ever know. I didn't have to be afraid of anyone anymore.

Since I wasn't afraid, I had the courage to say what I had to. "I don't change my mind. You know that." I looked him in his eye. "Thanks for the fuck, but goodnight." I chuckled, walking past him back into my bedroom. I didn't say anything to him, just tried to put my clothes on as quickly as I could in spite of my hands shaking. I was lying through my teeth, but I was hoping he would fall for it. To my surprise, he only put on his dress pants, and slung his shirt over his back, looking like an untamed cowboy. He didn't care who saw him leave. He really didn't care.

"You are a princess. One day you'll see that." caressing my cheek, he gave a kiss on the forehead, and left. 

To be continued...



The Doctor is In Ch. 02



Note from the author: I wish to thank everyone for their emails and kind words, especially from my fellow nurses. I encourage you to read chapter 1 so you'll understand the complicated story line. 

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At first, I though it was impossible. I couldn't believe I received an email reply from Shannon so quickly. It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes since I sent her my excruciatingly long note, and she'd already replied! What was up with that?

I reached forward and clicked on the note to open it. As I read her brief reply, I breathed a sigh of relief. It simply said: "Sally, I was thrilled to see you replied to my note. I can't tell you how much I appreciate the tone of your email and your willingness to help me live out my doctor fantasy. I'm going to start my reply as soon as I send this and I'll send it to you as soon as I'm done. Thank you for not passing judgment on me."

I had to smile to myself. I knew she couldn't read my three page note, answer all my questions and send it back to me that quick. It was nice, I thought, that she took the time to let me know she got it and she was going to reply right away.

So, closing her note and thinking about the next step in my plan to facilitate Shannon's gynecology fantasy, I knew it was time to call my brother, Ted. Hopefully, he'd be able to talk and I could explain to him what was going on. This was going to be a tricky conversation, I knew that, and I wasn't sure how I was going to explain it all to him. But, I had a few ideas, and if I used his desire to play doctor against him, I felt it might work. It was worth a try, anyway.

A momentary chill crept up my spine thinking what it would be like to actually be in the exam room while the two of them lived out their respective fantasies. Ted wanted to play gynecologist, and Shannon wanted to play the shy, submissive patient. I knew Ted didn't have the slightest idea how to conduct a woman's female exam, but that probably didn't matter at all. The way I understood it, Shannon just wanted to be exposed and touched intimately in a doctor's office by a doctor. 

But, what if it actually led to sex between them? I don't ever remember seeing Ted naked before – not even once when we were kids. I didn't even know if he was circumcised, but, I assumed he was. Did he have a small penis? A big one? Thin? Thick? I felt myself getting excited again as I thought about my big brother's penis. If, by some miracle, I was able to set all this up and pull it off, I'd probably see him with an erection. My Gawd, I couldn't believe I was fixating on my brother's penis. 

What if they had oral sex? What if they had intercourse? What if they had anal sex? Could I handle that? How would I react to seeing my brother's erect package bared in front of me? And for that matter, could I stand there and watch them? Part of me was hoping Shannon might tell me that part of her fantasy included being touched by the nurse, too. That would give me a chance, if I wanted it, to explore my curiosity with another woman, but, would that be a smart thing to do with my brother there?

So many questions were flying around in my mind. For a minute, I drifted off into space and imagined Shannon on the exam table with her legs stretched apart as wide as the stirrups would spread her open, and my brother leaning into her, his trousers around his ankles as he pierced her vagina with his erection. 

"No!" I corrected myself. "He'd be fucking her!" I thought. "With his cock!" I whispered to myself. Then, I let myself go and closed my eyes and had my own little fantasy about what it would look like. 

"He'd be pounding her." I thought. "He'd have a beautiful cock and he'd be laying it to her in a most profound way. Slowly at first, but then he'd pick up speed sawing his length in and out of her wet, glistening pussy. She'd be gushing; wet beyond belief, and the pink tissues of her pussy would be stretched around his marvelous member as she lies there completely submissive to his every manly desire."

"She'd be his receptacle – his seminal receptacle," I gasped to myself as my fingers found their way between my thighs and began to make those long strokes from my pussy up around my clitoral hood and then back down again, "willingly and dutifully allowing him to use her in any way he pleased."

I was panting now, and as I leaned back in my chair slowly masturbating, I tried to visualize myself standing there watching them both have their fantasies – Shannon, acting out her desire to be taken advantage of in the doctor's office, and my brother, Ted, living his dream of being the nasty gynecologist.

And, I'd simply watch. I'd stand right next to the exam table. I'd make sure Shannon wasn't wearing an exam gown, and there would be no drape over her. She'd be naked – completely naked. She'd be lying there totally exposed as my brother's cock thrust into her no more than a few inches away from me. I'd be able to look directly at their union. I'd be able to see his manhood sliding in and out of her, and it would be right there – right in front of me.

And then before I knew it, I started thinking about reaching down and feeling Ted's cock as he fucked Shannon – maybe curling my fingers loosely around his impressive rod as he impaled her, feeling his package glide against my fingers as he thrust into her time after time. And if that wasn't nasty enough, I started to think about reaching over with my other hand and lightly pinching Shannon's nipples as I felt Ted's cock sliding into her wetness.

About that time, my whole body was overtaken by a tremendous orgasm that started somewhere deep inside my vagina. I felt sensations that I've never felt before – heat radiating around my clitoris and all the way down the sides of my outer lips. Undeniably, it was the strongest, deepest and most satisfying orgasm of my life, and as I sat in that chair, every ounce of energy that was in me was drained as I gave into the feeling and immersed myself in my own fantasy – a fantasy where I was invited to watch what they were doing, allowed to touch them while they did it, and encouraged to enjoy myself while it all happened right in front of my own eyes. 

As my climax passed, I slumped over in my chair, gasping for air and twitching from the sensations that were draining from my coochie. Honestly, I didn't have one molecule of regret about my thoughts. I didn't take any of it back and as I sat there trying to recover from my orgasm, I felt no shame, no remorse and no repentance. I felt good. I felt fulfilled and I was incredibly wet and satisfied.

As I thought about it, I realized two things: 1) I wanted this to happen. I wanted to get the two of them, Shannon and my brother, Ted, together so I could watch them live out their mutual doctor fantasies, and, 2) I wanted to participate in some way. I wanted to live it with them. I wanted to be a part of it and, regrettably, I wanted to join in. 

This last thought of joining in with them caused me to stop and take a deep breath. What did that mean? Did it mean I wanted to touch my brother's penis? His cock? Did I really want to touch this woman's breasts? Pinch her nipples? Maybe touch her 'down there'?

I shook my head to bring myself back from these horrid thoughts. I was running away from them, I knew that. But, there would be time to face the truth, and right now, if I was going to set all this in motion, I had some work to do. I needed to talk to Ted.

So, after spending five minutes at the basin thoroughly washing my vaginal juices off my hands, I found myself sitting on my bed pressing the speed dial number on my cell phone that I knew would call Ted. It only rang twice before he picked up.

"Hey, Sis!" Ted answered.

For a second, my mind went blank and I wasn't sure what to say to him.

"Sally?" Ted said. "Are you there?"

"Uh, yes," I mumbled, "sorry about that. I couldn't hear you for a minute."

"Ted," I began, "do you think you can drop by tonight? I've got a little problem I hope you can help me out with."

"I guess so." Ted replied. "Anything wrong?" He asked.

"No." I answered. "I just need a favor. Can you come over around 8:00 or so?"

"Yeah, that will work for me." He said. "Sally, are you sure there's nothing wrong?" Ted asked.

"Just come over at 8:00 and I'll tell you what's going on." I replied.

Ted tried to get me to say more, but, when I wouldn't go into it, he finally told me he'd be here and added, "Look, whatever it is, I'll help you out."

After we hung up, I wondered what he was going to say once I explained to him about Shannon's doctor fantasy and the opportunity I was offering him. But, what if he saw through me? What if he figured out I wanted this as much as Shannon did? What if he saw a trace of excitement in my eyes?

Well, it didn't matter now. My brother was going to be here in a few hours, and between now and then I'd figure out what to say and how to say it. What I needed now was a long, hot soak in the tub, and some time to think. 

When I got out of the bath, I put on a fresh pair of panties under my robe and went to the computer. My heart jumped when I saw a new email from Shannon in my inbox. Grabbing the mouse with one hand and pulling the chair behind me with the other hand, I clicked on her note and sat down all in one movement.

"Sally," it began, "before I go any further with this, I want to explain something. I don't know exactly what you might be thinking of me, but, I want you to know I am not a loose woman and I'm not what you might call a 'slut'. I don't sleep around with multiple guys. I'm just a normal girl trying to live her life and I'm probably more like you than you might think. I just have this fantasy and I'll do anything to see it finally come true."

Then, Shannon went on to tell me that she didn't even have a steady boyfriend and she didn't date much. She did, however, confess to me that she loved to read erotic stories on the internet and she spent endless hours reading and masturbating. "That's the extent of my sex life." Shannon wrote. "It's sad, I know, but that's the way it is for me."

She explained to me that she was content to read her stories and have her fantasy life, but, now that she was moving out of town, it provided her a chance to do something radical – she wanted to actually live out her beloved fantasy, provided she could do it safely and secretly so no one would ever know. The catch, she went on to explain, has always been finding a doctor that would grant her nasty wish. 

Then, as Shannon went on, she explained, in explicit detail what her fantasy entailed, and as I read it, I became thoroughly drawn into it – the depravity of it and the depth of it. When I finished her note, I sat back in my chair and took a deep breath. There's no way in hell I'd ever have the courage to write the things that Shannon wrote in her note.

Simply translated, Shannon wanted to be used by a doctor in a real doctor's office. 

What I mean is, Shannon wanted to be naked, exposed, touched, and sexually used in any way the doctor desired under the guise of a medical examination. She told me she sincerely wanted to be completely, and entirely submissive. She promised she would follow any instructions, requests or order that was spoken. If there was any question about her performing oral sex or being penetrated, she settled that by saying, "I'll do anything you or the doctor tell me to do. My pussy, mouth and ass will be yours to touch, look at or use in any way the two of you desire. I'll do anything and everything. All you have to do is tell me and I'll do it."

Shannon went on to say that if she only had this chance once in her life, she wanted it to be real, and she wanted it to be full. She reiterated her desire to be completely at our command as soon as she walked through the door; even going as far as saying we could immediately strip her naked the instant she walked in. We could expose her in any way we desired and use her sexually in any way we wanted. 

Interestingly enough, Shannon specifically said she didn't want to have a script. She wanted us to plan it, and not to tell her what was going to happen. She gave permission for us to spank her if she was bad, told me we could perform any embarrassing or humiliating medical procedures, and even take all her clothes away from her if we wanted to. 

"Sally," she wrote, "in my fantasy, I'm made to submit to the nurse, too. I'll let you decide how to put that into action, or decide exactly what that means. But, I was serious when I said I would do what ever either of you wanted me to do – with no exceptions what so ever." 

My head swelled with everything she said and as I thought about it, I realized I understood where she was coming from. I understood what she wanted and the really funny thing is – I could visualize it. In my mind, I could see her going through it and I could see her enduring the embarrassment, humiliation and excitement of living it. In a way, I was envious of her, maybe even jealous of her courage to be able to articulate it and share it with me. 

Shannon's last paragraph brought it all together, though, and as I read it again, I knew my fate was sealed. I knew I had to make this happen for her, now. And I even admitted to myself that I knew I was going to make it happen for me, too. 

"The last thing I would say," her ending began, "is that it's taken a lot of guts for me to tell you all of this and I trust you to handle this with the same care as if this was your fantasy and you were asking this favor from me. Maybe you've never had a desire such as this, Sally. Maybe you can't understand how I could even ask you to do this for me, but, one day, you might have a fantasy you want to live out and wouldn't it be nice if you had someone you could trust and turn to?" 

For a minute, I sat there and just stared at the computer screen. I could feel the utter need and longing in her words. I could feel the trust she was bestowing on me. And, I could feel the wetness in my panties. I was drenched. Honestly, I was literally soaked. 

Reading her note and thinking about how it would play out had brought me to a fever pitch and my poor pussy was screaming for some attention. I resisted the urge to satisfy my need, and instead, used the mouse to print a copy of the email and then got up and fixed myself some dinner, still dressed in my robe. As I puttered around the kitchen making my dinner, I began to theorize what Ted and I might do to Shannon – what embarrassing and humiliating things we could put her through – how we could sexually use her. 

Of course, it would be easy for my brother to use her, he could just feel her up, make her suck his cock, and then fuck her. Just the thought of watching them do those things forced my fingers down into my panties more than once. The vision of Ted's cock pushing into her pussy right in front of my eyes as she lay on the exam table caused me to lean against the kitchen counter and thrust two fingers deeply into my own pussy. I closed my eyes and brought the scene into focus in my mind, and before I knew it, I was imaging that it was Shannon's fingers between my labia and her fingers pushing into my pussy.

It was a deep dark fantasy of mine – one I didn't let out very often, but, it was out now and I was enjoying the thought of a woman touching me and pleasuring me. Sure, I've thought about it – every woman has had thoughts about being with another woman. But right now, I could actually see it happening in my mind. I could see myself holding her hand between my legs as she gently rubbed inside my coochie, massaging my magic spot.

Gawd, I could even see myself humping her hand and making myself cum with her fingers still inside me. Then, in my vision, I turned to see Ted watching Shannon's fingers between my legs and I lost it. 

As I came, I thought about watching Ted fuck Shannon while she finger fucked me. He was staring at my pussy and I was staring at his cock. I exploded into another massive orgasm at the thought of us watching each other, and as I fought to hold myself up against the kitchen counter, I literally flooded my fresh panties. It wasn't until that exact moment that I realized I was going to have to make sure Ted could handle all this. If this was going to happen, Ted and I were going to have to come to grips with the fact that we'd probably be seeing each others genitals and we'd be seeing each other doing "sexual things". 

Gathering my thoughts and looking at the clock on the stove, I cleaned up my dinner mess and made my way into my bedroom. Laying my robe over the back of the chair, I grabbed my hair brush and turned toward the mirror to brush my hair. The wet spot in my panties was obvious, and it was an easy decision to simply whisk them down my legs, toss them on my bed and reach into my drawer for another pair. As I was finishing my hair, the door bell rang.

My normally late brother was right on time. "Just a sec." I yelled, as I pulled on a pair of shorts, wiggled into a sports bra and threw on a workout shirt. 

As I opened the door and let Ted in, I found myself drifting back to my own little fantasy of seeing his cock disappear in and out of Shannon's pussy, and I looked him over from head to toe. He was casually dressed, but, he looked good. In fact, as he walked by me, I caught a whiff of his cologne and wondered what he looked like naked. My Gawd, what was happening to me? Was I really thinking about my own brother naked? 

I ushered Ted into the kitchen and gave him a beer. I took one, too, and as we sat down at my kitchen table, he asked me what was going on.

"Listen," I replied, shuffling in my chair across the table from my brother, "will you promise you'll never repeat anything I'm about to tell you? And I mean it, Ted. That means you'll never, ever speak about this to anyone as long as you live. You have to give me your word you'll keep this a secret.... keep it just between us"

"Oh, shit." Ted exclaimed. "You're pregnant."

"No!" I answered quickly. "You have to have sex to get pregnant, dummy. I haven't even been on a date for over six months."

"Well, it sounds serious if you're making me swear not to tell anyone." He replied. 

"You have to trust me on this." I said, fidgeting with the corner of the label on my beer bottle. "I can't discuss any of it with you until you give me your word. If you can't do that, then you can just finish your beer and be on your way." 

Peeking up at him over my beer, I smiled and added, "But, if I were you, I think I'd make the promise and give me your word."

I knew that if Ted gave me his word, he'd never say anything. Dad always told him a real man never breaks his word, regardless of the consequences. So, I knew that once he agreed, he'd keep it a secret between us and I was counting on his sense of honor to kick in before I told him about Shannon and her fantasy.

"Okay." My brother finally said. "I give you my word I'll keep it a secret. Are you in some kind of trouble, Sis?"

"Oh, no." I replied. "Nothing like that. I have a proposition for you, though."

"But," I added, "this opportunity doesn't come without some risk and it doesn't come without there being a great deal of trust between us."

"A proposition?" Ted scratched, and then crooked his head as he looked at me. "What kind of opportunity? Is it illegal, or something?"

"I, uh...." I thought about it for a second before I continued, "I really don't think it's illegal. But, it is a little bizarre and a little risky. It's something you've wanted to do for a long time."

"Come on, Sally, quit messing with me." Ted said, throwing up his hands. 

"Alright, here it is," I answered, "but, remember you gave me your word you'd keep this strictly between us."

"I know. I know." He replied. "What's this opportunity or proposition you're trying to suck me into?"




The Doctor is In Ch. 02



I put my hands in my lap and looked directly into my brother's eyes and said, "What if I said you might get your chance to be a gynecologist for a day? Would that interest you?"

You should have seen the look on Ted's face. It was a cross between sheer disbelief and complete surprise. He sat there, across the table, and just looked at me. 

"You're just fucking with me, right?" My brother asked. "This is your way of paying me back for something I did. Isn't it?"

"No, Ted." I said, calmly. "This is on the level. If you're still interested in playing gynecologist, there might be an opportunity to do that, but, it's complicated. If you're open to it, then I can tell you more."

"You mean to tell me," Ted said, looking at me quite seriously, "I'd really be able to do that? I mean be in the room? Like, you know – be the doctor for a real female patient?"

"Yes." I said, nodding my head as he spoke. "That's exactly right. You'd be the doctor and you could fully examine the patient.... touch her and everything."

Ted was speechless, and as I sat across from him, I could feel myself getting juicy between my legs. 

"Of course," I added, "I'd have to be in the exam room with you, but, you could do whatever you wanted, Ted. You'd be able to touch her and examine her. You always said you wanted to do that."

I could see my brother had a lot of questions and so, as he sat there, I got us each another beer and told him the story of how Kate called me and told me about Shannon and her doctor fantasy. I told him how I'd already exchanged emails with Shannon and that I'd been asked to help make her nasty doctor fantasy come true.

"Are you interested?" I asked. "Before I give you any more details, I need to know if you're interested."

"You'd have to be in there?" He asked. 

"Yes." I answered. "I'm sorry, but, that's non-negotiable, Ted. I'd have to be with her the whole time. From start to finish."

I paused for a moment to take a drink of my beer and then I asked him again. "Look, all I want to know right now is if you're interested. We can talk about the rest later, but, I need to know if you're interested in doing this. It's a simple yes or no question."

My brother was visibly uneasy. He was squirming in his chair and his hands were nervously playing with his beer bottle. "Yeah, I'm interested." Ted finally answered.

"Okay." I said, as I stood up from the table. "Wait here and I'll be right back."

Smiling to myself, I left the kitchen and went to my computer and reached into the tray of my printer and pulled out Shannon's note, which I had printed earlier. As I held it in my hands, I scanned it quickly and then walked back into the kitchen and sat down at the table with Ted. 

"Here." I said, as I laid Shannon's note on the table in front of him. "Read this. Take your time and read it all the way through."

Ted looked at the note in front of him and then back up at me. "Just read it, Ted." I said. "I'll get us another beer and some chips. Once you're done reading, we can talk about it and we'll go from there."

I got up from the table without saying another word and busied myself getting us each a snack and another beer. As I was doing this, I glanced back over my shoulder once or twice to see if he was reading, and he was. As he read, I saw his eyes pop open and he looked up at me in disbelief. I simply shrugged my shoulders and turned back to what I was doing so he'd continue reading. 

Once I got our snack and the beer, I sat it all on the table and then sat quietly until he finished reading Shannon's email. I tried to judge his body language as he read it. He kept going back and re-reading parts of it, switching between the pages as if he was comparing what he read with what he read before. 

My heart was thumping in my chest as I watched him dissect the note line by line. I knew what was in there – I knew what he was reading. I knew what was gong through his mind. I knew he'd already read the part about Shannon being willing to perform oral sex and have intercourse, and I wasn't surprised when he went back to the start of the note and read it again when he got to the end.

Finally, after my brother had read the note a second time, he looked over at me and shook his head back and forth. 

"Unbelievable." Ted said. "Completely unbelievable."

"Well, what do you think?" I asked. 

"Sure," my brother began, "I'll do it. I'd damn sure love to see a naked woman all spread open in front of me. But, Sally, this woman is obviously a total slut, despite what she said."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, almost in complete shock to hear my brother's rash statement.

"She's probably got a skanky and smelly pussy." He answered. "No self respecting woman does these kinds of things, Sally. It just doesn't happen. And anyone who would ever do something like this either has to have a serious mental problem, or is a total slut and whore. I'm probably going to have to wear two sets of gloves."

I was floored, shocked and most of all - I was angry. 

I thought for sure Ted would jump at the chance to play doctor with Shannon. Granted, I knew he wouldn't be happy about me being there and watching everything they did, but, I was sure he'd be jumping for joy at the prospect of playing doctor, and begging me to let him do it. His reaction caught me off guard and honestly, I was a little more than angry. I was down right mad. 

"Did you read the whole note?" I asked him. "She's just a woman looking for a safe way to live out her fantasy. Why does that make her a slut and a whore?"

"Come on, Sally." Ted began. "I'm sure every woman on earth has fantasies about their doctor feeling them up and making them cum while they're being examined. Women love being looked at. I bet every woman that comes through your office can't wait to jump on that table and spread her legs."

"Oh, you think so?" I asked defiantly in reply. 

Then before he had a chance to say anything in return, I laid into him. 

"You know, you're a real ass hole, Ted." I said. "First of all, this woman took a huge risk even discussing it with me and trusting me with her inner most desires. Whether you believe it or not, I admire her for that. I admire her for being brave enough to try to obtain something she's always wanted in a safe and sane way. Secondly, a visit to the gynecologist is not something most women look forward to. It's embarrassing and humiliating. Most women despise it and if given a choice, they'd do just about anything to avoid it."

"I'd like to see you go through an exam like that." I continued. "Letting someone see your most intimate areas – your sex organs, and letting them stick instruments inside you and taking samples of your tissues. You have no idea what it's like to be lying there like a piece of meat while they look at your genitals and touch you."

"You men have it so easy!" I exclaimed. 

I was pretty upset by now, and I'd finally had enough of Ted's underlying sexism over the years. He could be a real chauvinist at times, and his reaction to Shannon's note set me off in a way that really upset me. So as far as I was concerned, Ted was going to sit there while I gave him a piece of my mind. He deserved it.

"Hey!" Ted interrupted me, waving his hands above his head. "I said I'd do it. What's the big deal?"

"No!" I replied. "I don't appreciate the things you said and I don't appreciate the way you seem to enjoy demeaning women. You're my brother, Ted, and I love you, but, you can just forget it. I'll find someone else."

I got up from the table abruptly, walked across the kitchen and leaned against the counter top. Crossing my arms over my chest, I said, "Thanks for coming over, Ted. You should probably go now."

"Sally," Ted said as he stood, "look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I really want to do this."

"No, Ted." I said. "You treat women as play things and sex objects. You have no compassion for other people, you're selfish and you only think of yourself. I'm sorry to say that, but, it's true."

Ted stood there looking at me. He hung his head, then took a step toward me and spoke, saying, "Isn't there anything I can say, or do, to show you I'm sorry? I really want to do this doctor thing. Can't you forgive me and give me another chance?"

Believe it or not, as I looked at Ted, I realized he really was sorry for his attitude and what he said about Shannon being a slut. But, his apology didn't erase the years of snide comments he made about women or the way he treated them. He needed to be taught a lesson, and in that instant of time, I got a brain storm – a just punishment for his past deeds..... something that was quite appropriate given the circumstances at hand.

"Another chance?" I asked, rhetorically.

"Yes." He said, softly. "I'll do anything to make it up to you and show you I'm genuinely sorry."

"Okay." I replied. "We'll see if you really mean it."

I walked past Ted and when I got to the kitchen doorway, I turned to him and said, "Come with me."

I snickered to myself knowing full well what I had planned for Ted. I was going to enjoy this, that's for sure, and it was going to be something he'd remember for a long, long time. And maybe, just maybe, it would change his attitude about women.

As he followed me, I walked down the hall toward my bedroom. As I approached the bathroom in the hallway, I turned and held my hand up. "Just wait here a second." I said.

Then, stepping into the bathroom and making sure he couldn't see what I was doing, I reached under the sink to pull out a pair of nitrile exam gloves. Opening one of the drawers under the counter top, I got a tube of lubricant and then reached for a clean washcloth on the towel rack.

I grinned cleverly as I folded the exam gloves and the lubricant up inside the washcloth. "This is going to push him to the limit," I thought, "but, he's had it coming for a long time."

My dear brother, Ted, was about to experience an equal amount of embarrassment and humiliation as any woman did during her annual exam. And, what would make it worse was that his sister would be the one doing it. "This is going to be fun." I said to myself.

As I stepped quickly out into the hall, I held the washcloth close to my chest hoping he wouldn't see it. I wanted this to be a surprise – I wanted to see the look of shock on his face when he finally figured out what I was going to do to him. Years of sexist bullshit from Ted was about to be revenged for the sake of women all over the world, and I was reveling in the thought of seeing him squirm as he endured it.

"Come on." I said, as I took the few steps to my bedroom. Then standing in the center of the room, I turned to face him. 

"You said you'd do anything to show me you were sorry." I said to Ted. "Well, before you can be the doctor, you need to be the patient. If you're really serious about being sorry, and if you want to be Shannon's fantasy doctor, it's time to prove it." 

I walked to my bed, sat down on the edge of it and motioned for him to come and stand in front of me. Then as ceremoniously as I could, I laid the washcloth on the bed beside me and unfolded it. Looking up at my brother, I reached out and picked up one of the exam gloves and began to put it on my right hand. I watched his expression turn from curiosity to horror as his eyes flashed back and forth between the lubricant and the exam gloves. I didn't stop watching him as I pulled the exam glove into position over my hand, and I even snapped the cuff against my skin to add to the tension, and hopefully, his fear.

"What are you doing?" Ted asked.

"Be quiet, Ted." I answered. Then smiling a satisfying grin, I added, "I think you need to be taught a lesson so you can appreciate the stress a woman deals with when she goes to the gynecologist. So, you're going to get the equivalent exam for a male patient – a testicular exam, a penile exam, a rectal exam and a prostate exam."

"Uh....., but.... you can't." Ted stammered. "You're my sister!" 

"I'm a nurse, Ted." I replied. "There's nothing you have that I haven't seen before. And besides, if you can't deal with this, you surely can't deal with being Shannon's fantasy doctor. It's as simple as that."

"Come on, Sally." Ted said in a pitiful, begging voice. "You don't mean that."

"It's your choice, Ted." I answered. "If you want to be Shannon's doctor, you'll have to suck it up and be brave."

My brother's face was so wonderfully conflicted. I knew the struggle he was enduring – he wanted to be Shannon's fantasy doctor, but, he didn't want to be examined by his sister. It would be way too embarrassing and humiliating to be naked in front of me. But, it was a fair and just punishment for his crimes, and I wasn't going to back down. He either did it, or he was out.

"What's it going to be, Ted?" I asked. "You either take off your jeans and underwear and have the exam, or it's time for you to leave. Make up your mind."

The next few seconds seemed like hours as I waited for his answer. He squinted his eyes and moved his head back and forth. I took great pleasure in seeing his extreme discomfort as he tried to make a decision on what to do. As he looked down at me, his eyes looked so sad and he looked like he might even start to cry, but, I didn't change my facial expression at all.

"Okay." He said, finally. "I'll do it. But, can I undress in the bathroom?"

"Nope." I said, quickly. "It's right here and right now, Ted. I think it's important for you to fully experience the embarrassment, shame and humiliation we women feel at the doctor's office, and part of that might include disrobing in front of a doctor or a nurse. So, get on with it, or, get out."

If I thought terror had already overtaken Ted at the thought of his sister examining his penis, testicles and his prostate, I was wrong. When he realized I expected him to undress in front of me, for some reason, he really started to panic. I could see it in his eyes and I could see his hands start to shake.

"Please, Sally." He begged. "Just let me undress in your bathroom and I'll go along with everything. I'll strip completely if you want me to, just let me do it in there. Please?"

What confused me about his behavior was that he should have been more concerned about me actually examining him, not about him undressing in front of me. But, regardless of why he was acting the way he was, I could see he was pretty agitated with me demanding he remove his jeans and underwear in front of me. 

And, it was just for that reason that I said, "Ted, I'm getting tired of playing games. You either start undressing, or it's all over. And I mean now, Ted. I'm done discussing this with you. No more talk. Drop 'em or leave."

Ted took a deep breath and closed his eyes. As his hands went to the belt around his waist, his face turned a deep crimson and I saw beads of sweat start to pop out on his forehead. My Gawd, this was better than I ever hoped it would be. He was really agonizing over this.

Once his belt was unbuckled, he started to breathe very fast and I immediately became concerned that I'd pushed him too far and that he might hyperventilate and pass out in front of me. But, he kept on. As his shaking hands unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper, I watched him for signs of fainting. He seemed to pause once his zipper was down and I felt it was time for some gentle encouragement.

"Good, Ted." I said, softly. "You're almost there. Just push your jeans down and step out of them. You can keep your underwear on for a minute if you're shy about me seeing you naked."

I thought I was being kind and understanding, but, the look that came over Ted's face was the look of absolute dread. And then, after taking another deep breath, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of his jeans and pushed them down, bending down as he did to step out of them and toss them on the floor next to the bed.

When he stood up in front of me, it was me that was now completely and utterly shocked. Never in my wildest dreams was I ready for what I saw, and I instantly understood why Ted wanted to undress in the bathroom, and not in front of me.

There, around Ted's waist wasn't a pair of men's underwear. Instead, he wore a pair of women's underwear – a pair of panties. And if that wasn't bad enough, I immediately recognized them as a pair I thought I'd lost, or thrown away years ago. They were yellow – part of a set of "Days Of The Week" silky panties I had way back while I was in college, and on the hip they were embroidered with the word, "Saturday".

As I looked up at my brother, I could see the flush of total embarrassment on his face. He was looking down at me, and he had this look in his eyes pleading with me not to say anything. He didn't need to worry, because I was speechless. 

But, what was he doing wearing my panties? How long had this been going on? And why was his penis getting hard?



To be continued very soon in the next chapter. 



The Doctor is In Ch. 03



I don't know how I slept that night after all that had happened, but I did, sometime after midnight. For the first time in almost two years, I didn't dream about The Nude White Male threatening to cum in my eyes. I was so rested, I overslept, and woke up late for work. After a quick shower, I changed into my work clothes, a semi-casual shirt and slacks. I collected an armload of case files that I never got the chance to review, and headed to work.

During my thirty minute commute, I wasn't thinking about the reprimand I knew I was going to get from my supervisor. I just kept seeing Anthony's face. I saw his indigo eyes, dark with lust for me, making me feel warm in the face. I barely noticed the morning rush, with school buses, mini-vans and SUVs whizzing past me. I felt like I was dreaming, and for the first time in a long time, I enjoyed the feeling. 

Of course, I crash-landed back in reality upon my arrival. My supervisor was waiting outside The Department of Family and Children Services building (or DeeFaCS as everyone calls it), fuming more than usual. I don't really feel intimidated by him though. With his receding hairline, glasses, and gap teeth, he reminded me of my father. He motioned for me to roll down my window.

"There's a situation. It's Elena Pulliam." He told me. I groaned. Elena Pulliam was a fifteen year-old girl who had been diagnosed with everything from ADD to Bi-polar disorder. Knowing the quality of the overworked shrinks doing evaluations, I made my own conclusions. This girl was trouble, plain and simple. If she wasn't running away from her foster home, she was being arrested for prostitution or selling marijuana. She had a smart mouth and a bad attitude. And of course, she was one of my cases.

"What's she done now?" As soon as I said it, I was suddenly disturbed. I had dozens of cases. So many, even I had to glance at their files to remember their names. The fact that my supervisor knew her full name without looking at a shred of paper could only mean that something was terribly wrong. "Is she alright?"

"She's breathing. She's already at the hospital. You should get over there."

"Which one?" 

"Bethesda Memorial. She's been stabilized."

I took a deep breath. She must have really been through something. "What happened?"

"From what the cops can piece together, she was trying to rob her john, and he attacked her. Were you late getting her evaluated this month?" He tightened his jaw, as if he expected me to give him bad news.

"No." I said, probably telling him the only good news he would hear all day. "I was supposed to evaluate her a week from today."

"Good! The local media is already picking up on this story, and they'll be going over every detail of her assault with a fine-toothed comb."

I blinked. Holy shit! "How in the hell did that happen? In the past six months, two foster teenagers killed themselves by jumping off of buildings, a six year-old thought her foster sister's cocaine was sugar, and I walked in on a ten-year old who thought a loaded gun was a toy. And those are just my cases. Those were all good kids who had tough breaks. All of them. Why is her case getting attention?"

"She's pretty. And she doesn't look like the typical foster kid."

What do you mean? Her eyes aren't cold? She doesn't size you up to see whether she can steal from you, or test you to see if you're going to hurt her or not? She's pretty damn typical to me! But I knew exactly what he meant. He wasn't talking about behavior. He was talking about her appearance. Elena was white. She would be the perfect poster child for tougher minor curfew, gun control, or whatever the fine citizens of V-Town decided was the biggest problem of the month. "I better get down there." I grunted.

I had warned Elena about prostituting herself, several times before, knowing full well someone might not let her out of their car alive. Even though I was angry, queasy, and worried all at the same time, I was relieved in a way. I was hopeful that if Elena recovered, she would change, go back to school and catch up enough to get her High School Diploma in three years.

I had to wade through a sea of reporters and news cameras to get inside the hospital. They seemed to know exactly who I was, mobbing me with questions about her age, who her parents were, etc. I said no comment and kept going. I showed my identification to the admissions clerk, and she told me where Elena's room was. I tried not to breath too deeply. The whole place smelled like professional strength bleach and various bodily fluids mixed together. I thought of it as the death smell. I had always hated visiting hospitals just for that reason.

Elena was in Room number 111. I put my hand on the door, and took a slow measured breath to prepare myself for what I was about to see. I opened the door slowly, and walked in. She was lying in the first hospital bed, bandaged around her neck and chest.. She had a large white eye patch covering her right eye. Her other eye was closed, so I assumed she was sleeping. Someone tapped me on my shoulder.

A weary-eyed Hispanic man in lavender scrubs extended his hand to me. "I'm Dr. Grisham. I understand your responsible for Elena?"

I walked out of Elena's room and closed the door behind me. "You could say that. I'm her case worker, Adina Fischer. She's in foster care."

The Doctor shook his head, as if to say that was a shame. He pulled out a chart. "Alright. I'll go over her condition. She was slashed repeatedly across the face, and stabbed twice in the chest. The knife cut nicked her lung, so she'll be here a few days to make sure she doesn't suffer from complications. No bones broken, no arteries damaged, but her eye was damaged in the attack. She's a very lucky young lady. If a Good Samaritan hadn't reported her attack, it could have been a lot worse."

Thank Goodness! "Is it all right if I see her?"

"Yes, but make sure she doesn't move around more than she has too. I don't want her making her wounds worse." I heard him being paged. "I have to go. It was nice meeting you."

"Thank you, Dr. Grisham." I opened Elena's door again, and took another look at Elena. She hadn't moved, so I knew she really was asleep. I pulled up a chair next to her bed. "Elena?" Elena's good eye fluttered. She seemed to be confused for a minute, opening up her mouth as if she was about to scream. "It's me Elena. Miss Fischer." I said before she could let loose.

Elena relaxed. "You had me going there, Teach. I thought you were death or somethin'." I frowned. The doctor was right. She couldn't be feeling too bad if she was calling me a teacher, because I used proper grammar, like always. She smirked. "It's about time you got here. I've been laying up in this hell hole since dawn, and all they gave me was Jell-O. You at least bring me a cheeseburger?"

I frowned even more than before. "Aren't you even the least bit concerned about yourself? You almost died. I came here expecting you to be near death."

Elena's voice became sugary sweet. "Aw, I didn't know you cared, Teach baby! You care enough to buy me a pack of smokes?"

I looked away before I got angry with her. "You're a minor, and you can't smoke in here. Do you want to tell me what happened to you?"

Elena shrugged. "I told the po-pos already. Go get my statement from them." I didn't like cops much either. They show up too late, and they bring too much baggage. Still, it didn't seem right for me to let her bad-mouth a group of people who I know had cut her some slack more than once. "Those policemen saved your life. The least you could do is have some respect. "

Elena turned her head away, rolling her eye. "Whatever. They did what they got paid to do. What do you want to know?"

"How did all this happen?"

"It's like I told the cops. The guy who picked me up wanted more than a blowjob. I said, 'no, I'm not gonna do you for just twenty bucks'. I ran into an alley, he caught me, and cut me."

It seemed frowning was the only facial expression I could make that morning. "That's not what I heard."

"Well you heard wrong, didn't you?"

"I heard you tried to rob your john-"

"And have the fucker turn out to be a cop? They let you out the next day for prostitution, but they keep you longer for larceny. I know that much."

"Watch your mouth." I was trying very hard not to get angry with a kid like Elena, though I didn't think she was lying. She didn't give two shits about what people thought about her or what she did.

She shrugged, staring at me. "I'm not lying. If I wanted his shit, I would have taken it. And I would'na gotten caught neither."

I wrote down a censored version of her statement in my notes, and changed the subject. "Are you alright?"

Elena shrugged. "I'm still breathing."

"What about your eye?"

"I'm no doctor." she shrugged again. "It hurts and I can't see. Is that good enough for you?" She wouldn't look at me. I think she was trying not to cry.

"You're going to be alright."

Elena chuckled harshly. "I wasn't alright before this happened to me. How am I going to get better now?"

"Take the energy you usually use to break the law, and use it to heal up." I said stonily. I decided now was the time for tough love. Her john hadn't kidnapped her. She had gotten into that car herself of her own free will. Of course, I wasn't blaming her for her attack. I may work for the state, but I'm still human. Still, she did have a hand in getting herself into this situation.

"Oh come on, Teach. Why do you have to lecture me like that? It's not like I O.D.'d or somethin' like that." she said in that sweet voice of hers. I'm sure she talked to her johns in the same way.

"Because I warned you, and you didn't listen. You could have been killed! Do understand that? Five minutes could have been the difference between you sitting here talking to me in this hospital, or you lying downstairs in the morgue." I was holding back from yelling at her, but my teeth were clenched so tight in anger, I don't think it made much difference.

Elena's good eye widened in fear. "Yeah I know. And he's still out there."

She might as well have hit me in the stomach. "He's still out there?"

"Far as I know. He ran off when someone saw him cut me. He was in a stolen car and didn't drop his wallet, so the po-pos'll make me do a sketch of him later." About the only positive thing about Elena was that she was a pretty decent artist. She liked to draw inanimate things like sunsets or buildings, though. I'd never seen her draw a person. 

"I didn't know he was still out there, Elena. I'm sorry."

She shrugged, but she didn't roll her eye at me. "It's whatever." 

I sat in uncomfortable silence for several minutes. "Have you spoken to your foster mother?"

"The po-pos spoke to her. They told me that she said she didn't want to foster me anymore." she snorted in disgust. "Fucking Christians. They're all the same. Fake as hell."

"She hasn't come to see you?"

"Nope. And I'd spit in her face if she did. Called me a whore yesterday. Showed her how much of a whore I was. I made two hundred dollars last night before that son-of-a-bitch cut me." She looked at me again, probably realizing I was all she had at the moment. "You tell those pigs when I get out of here, that they better have my money with my stuff, or I'll-" She stopped talking, and started coughing for a few seconds. "Damn it Teach...when are you going to get me some cigarettes? I'm dying here..."

The irony of her wanting to do more harm to her already damaged lung was not lost on me a second time. "For the last time-"

A nurse opened the door and addressed me. "Ms. Fischer? I'm sorry, but Elena needs her rest. Could you come back later during visiting hours?"

I nodded. "Elena, I'll be back later today."

She snickered. "You'll be back tomorrow at the earliest. If you make it back at all." I frowned at being contradicted, but knew she was probably right. I had already missed two appointments coming to see her, and it would take me until tomorrow to catch up. "You're just like them you know. You do what you get paid to do." 

I shook my head at her and left the room. But something made me stop and think. It was a dare. She was daring me to care about what happened to her. I poked my head back in her room. "How do you like your cheeseburgers?"

She looked like a deer in the headlights! I think that was first time a social worker ever surprised her. "Pickles...no pickles."

"Then that's what you're having for breakfast. And I will check on your case with the detectives working it. See you later." On my way out I told a nurse to go ahead and send up an early lunch tray to Elena's room. After all, the kid had had one hell of a night.

I spent the rest of my day catching up on my appointments, riding back and forth over the county to inspect foster parents and foster children. Houses and buildings and pets, and childproofing for toddlers and babies. Even with all the interviewing and inspecting, I'm lucky. I never have to take kids away from their real families. Just the substitute ones. Not that it's any easier. 

At the end of the day, I had to remove two twin ten-year olds from their foster home because they weren't being adequately fed. I had warned the couple before, but there had been no change in their weight, and their medical checkups had checked out. I drove them back to my office, glad that the day was over. I took them inside, and had every intention of ordering them a pizza to tide them over until I could get them placed for the night, when I saw the bouquet of a dozen red roses. They were wilted from sitting on my desk all day, but they still took my breath away. No one had ever sent me flowers before.

I raised them up, and let the faint sweetness drift into my nostrils. The accompanying card fell to the floor. I picked it up, and read: 

Adina - Thank you for yesterday. My intention is to show you how a true princess is treated. -Anthony...P.S. pleasant dreams ... 



The Doctor is In Ch. 03



I have to admit I was completely caught off guard when I discovered my brother was wearing my long, lost "Day Of The Week" panties under his jeans.

Okay, to be honest, I was more than caught off guard. I was definitely surprised and shocked. I mean, I've heard of men wearing women's undergarments before and I even have a friend who told me in strict confidence that her husband likes to wear her panties off and on, but this was my own brother – my big brother. I grew up with him and I would have never guessed he had a thing for women's panties. So, yes, I was very surprised and I was very shocked when I saw him wearing my panties.

Fortunately, though, my training as a nurse kicked in, and instead of my jaw dropping and my eyes popping out of my head, I handled it with faultless grace and poise. Believe me, I've seen many unusual things, especially in the Emergency Room. Seeing my brother wearing my panties, and seeing his semi-erect penis pushing against the thin, yellow material isn't the most shocking thing I've ever seen, but, it was definitely in the Top 10. 

I didn't make an issue of it and I tried not to appear shocked. Sure, there were a lot of questions I had, like why was he wearing panties in the first place, and how did he get that specific pair and when did he get that specific pair. I knew I was going to ask all those questions eventually, but, not at this exact moment. Right now, I was simply going to let him stand silently in front of me while we both got over the shock of my discovery. 

Before he took his jeans off, I told him he could keep his underwear on for a minute if he was shy about undressing in front of me. My training told me that allowing him to preserve his modesty, even if it was only for another minute, would go a long way in creating a safe environment between us. True, the short delay only delayed the inevitable event of him being naked in front of me, but when I said it, I thought it might calm his nerves a little before he had to take them off. Of course, when I told him that, I didn't know he was wearing panties – my panties. And, the fact that I recognized them as being my panties, panties that mysteriously disappeared from my possession, made all this considerably more difficult for me to deal with. 

But, be that as it may, here he was – my big brother, standing in front of me wearing my silky, yellow "Saturday" panties. I couldn't help staring at him as he stood in front of me. His breathing pattern was fast and shallow, almost as if he was trying to catch his breath. I glanced up at his face to see him looking down at me. When we made eye contact, he immediately looked away, avoiding me in a way that told me he was ashamed of himself. 

But, I couldn't stop myself from looking at his crotch, and I was intrigued by what I saw. I had to admit, he looked good in them. The outline of the entire length and shape of his penis was clearly visible behind the material of the panties. I could easily make out the head of his penis straining against the silky, yellow fabric, and as I continued to stare at him, it was evident to me that he was becoming aroused. He wasn't the only one. 

There was a part of me that liked the idea of seeing him becoming erect in front of me, but, there was a more compassionate part of me that felt sorry for him. Clearly, my intent of teaching my brother a lesson was just to embarrass him to the point where he'd have some respect for what women go through at the gynecologist. It was never my intent to do anything that would cause his masculinity to be questioned or threatened.

I was staring to worry about him as he stood in front of me. His breathing still hadn't changed and he was starting to pant now. I could see his abdomen moving at a rate of about 60 breaths a minute and that was way, way too fast. If he kept this up, I knew he'd keel over on me. 

I reached out and put my hands lightly on his hips and looked up at him. "Calm down, Ted." I said softly and gently. "It's okay. There's no reason to be nervous."

I saw the look of shame and betrayal in his eyes as he looked down at me. I knew I had to do something to slow his respiration rate, and I knew I had to do it soon. I didn't think he had a history of panic attacks, but, I was starting to get worried that I'd done something terrible to Ted by forcing him to take off his jeans and reveal his secret to me. 

"Ted!" I said my brother's name louder this time. "It's okay. Relax."

He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was, "I..... uh..... uh...... uh." 

I immediately recognized that he couldn't catch his breath and I knew I only had a matter of seconds to calm him down before he started feeling lightheaded and dizzy. 

I got up from the bed and stood in front of him. Then reaching out and grasping his hands in mine, I stepped up close to him, and in my calmest and softest voice I said, "Ted, listen to me. It's okay. Really, it's okay."

I shook his hands as I held them to get his attention, and then I said, "Ted, you're going to hyperventilate and faint on me soon if you don't calm down. You don't have to worry about the panties, they're completely fine. But, I want you to breathe with me starting right now. Come on...... breathe with me."

It took me three or four minutes standing there in front of him, looking directly into his eyes and urging him to breathe with me before I could get him calmed down. I remained standing next to him for another couple of minutes to make sure his respiration was normal, and once it got down to 20 or so for a couple of minutes, I started to feel relieved.

I remained standing and continued to hold his hands in mine until his normal color returned. Once it appeared he was more or less back to normal, I finally spoke to him again.

"Ted, what happened there?" I inquired. "Do you get panic attacks?" 

"No." My brother bashfully replied. "I..... uh...... you saw........ I mean..... the panties."

"Okay. I understand." I said.

I can't tell you how horrible I felt at that instant. I'd forced my brother into an emotionally confusing event and he didn't have the ability to deal with it. His intense desire to be Shannon's fantasy doctor, and the ultimatum I gave him forced him to make a decision he wasn't comfortable with. And once he was faced with the reality of being seen in his panties by none other than his little sister, and realizing that his secret was no longer a secret, it created a panic attack situation for him. It's as simple as that. 

"Ted, I'm really sorry I forced you into this situation." I said, letting go of his hands and stepping around him to pick up his jeans.

"Here. Put these back on." I said as I handed him his jeans. "I promise I'll never mention this to anyone as long as I live and we'll pretend it never happened. You don't have to say anything, and you don't have to explain. We'll just forget it and we'll go forward like you never came over here tonight."

Then, as he reached out to take his jeans from me, I added, "I'm really sorry, Ted. I was just trying to make a point, and it went all wrong. I feel horrible now."

We stood there for a good thirty seconds just looking at each other. I could hardly bring myself to look him in the eyes. I knew I'd hurt him deeply, and I knew it would change everything between us from now on. 

Then, he did something really weird. He tossed his jeans back on the floor and said "No" quite sternly.

"What?" I asked, curiously.

"No." He said, again. "I'm not going to let you ruin this for me, Sally. I really want to do this doctor thing for that Shannon woman. You said that before I could be the doctor, I'd have to be the patient. Well, okay. I'm ready. You've already seen me in these panties, and I'm sure you recognize them from years ago. If you can accept it for the moment and get by it, then I want you to finish my punishment exam. If this Shannon thing is on the level, then it's worth it to me to learn my little lesson."

"Wow!" I thought. What caused all this to change? No more than ten minutes ago I thought I'd emotionally scarred him for life and was sure he was going to faint on the floor right in front of me. Now, he's almost begging me to carry out my threat of examining him in the most intimate ways possible for a man. 

"Do you understand what you're saying, Ted?" I asked. "You know my goal was to completely embarrass and humiliate you, don't you? You almost hyperventilated on me. You almost fainted – and you hadn't even gotten all the way undressed yet. How are you ever going to survive the real thing?"

Ted turned to face me and put his hands on his hips. "Sally, the biggest fear I've ever had was you finding out I've been taking your underwear for all these years. Well, now you know. And, even if I tried, I could never erase that knowledge from your brain. So, I've already faced my worst fear. Maybe it wasn't pretty, but, I no longer have to fear it. I can easily handle any examination you can dish out, little sister. And, like I said, I'm not going to let you ruin this doctor thing for me. I'm ready to prove to you that I can change."

Damn. I was impressed. I was shocked that he voluntarily admitted he'd been taking my panties. For how long, I didn't know, but I think it's a safe to say it's been going on for a long time. And, he seemed to be resolved to take the punishment, endure the embarrassment and humiliation in order to win the opportunity to be Shannon's fantasy doctor. 

"Ted, are you sure? You know what I'm going to do, right?" I asked. 

"I know." He replied. "And yes, I'm sure."

As if he was taunting me, he reached down and pulled his socks off and then pulled his t-shirt over his head, leaving him dressed in just the yellow panties. Then, to my amazement, he turned back towards the bed – back in his original position, put his hands on his hips and said, "I'm ready when ever you are."

My eyes drifted down to his tight buns underneath my old, yellow panties. Gawd, he was hot. The two globes of his ass were prefect, and I instantly became self-conscious and jealous that he probably looked better in my panties than I did. 

Slowly, I walked around him and sat on the bed, directly in front of him. There was no way I couldn't look at his crotch now. It was right in front of me. His half-erection had obviously faded and as he stood there, almost proudly, I had to admit that seeing my big brother in my panties was turning me on, and I fully intended to try to get him to talk about it with me. 

I looked up and as our eyes met, I asked him if he was sure about going through with the examination and he said, "Absolutely."

"Alright, Ted." I answered. "If at anytime you change your mind, or, if you want to stop, all you have to do is say so."

"I won't change my mind." Ted said. "Get on with it."

I admired my brother's bravery and courage. But, I couldn't over how hot he looked in those panties. His tight little butt was to die for and I sat there for a minute looking directly at his crotch before I snapped out of it and finally spoke.

"I need you to lower you lower your panties for me, Ted. Just down to your knees is fine for now." I said calmly.

"This was it." I thought to myself. If he was serious about proving himself to me, my brother was about to expose himself knowing full well I was going to touch him in a way a sister probably shouldn't ever touch her own brother. 

Then it happened. He moved his hands to the waistband of the yellow panties and slowly pushed them down until they came to rest just above his knees. 

I started to feel warm and flushed as I looked at his penis. I tried hard to keep in character of being a nurse - a medical professional with years of training and experience, but I was looking at my brother's penis – his cock, for the first time ever and all I could do was stare at it. I was amazed at its perfection and beauty. 

Ted's penis was flaccid, and as it hung there in front of me, I subconsciously compared his package with every other penis I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. In the matter of moments, my mind compared the shape, size and appearance of every facet of his member with every cock I'd ever seen and in all truthfulness, his was the most magnificent specimen I had ever laid my eyes on.

The head of his penis was perfectly shaped in proportion to the size and thickness of his package. It wasn't huge by any means, but, it wasn't small, either – definitely bigger than average. The color was a rich, flesh color and as I looked at my brother's cock, I was moved beyond words at its physical structure. 

His testicles hung evenly in his scrotum behind his penis, and I could easily make out each individual testicle as it bulged inside his sack. I must have stared at him for a couple of minutes before I realized I was gawking, but, honestly, I couldn't help it and I didn't care. He was perfect in every way, shape and form. But, my interest wasn't strictly professional in nature, that's for sure. As a woman, there was no way I couldn't be attracted to his penis. He was beautiful and I could feel myself getting wet as I enjoyed every second of seeing this perfect cock.

Finally, I slowly and cautiously reached between his legs with my gloved hand and gently cradled his balls in my palm. I couldn't help taking a moment to delicately feel the weight of them in my hand and I took great care not to cause him any anxiety. His penis, though, was getting in the way of the exam, so with my left hand, I carefully held his shaft to the side so I could see and feel his balls. 

Without looking up at him I asked, "Any pain or discomfort down here, Ted."

"No." My brother answered softly.

Continuing my necessary questioning, I asked, "Have you noticed any change in the amount of seminal fluid when you ejaculate?"

"Huh?" He asked.

"I mean when you masturbate, Ted." I clarified. "Have you noticed any change in the volume or appearance of your ejaculations?" 

I looked up at him as I said it. His face turned beet red once he fully understood what I was asking, and he shook his head from side to side and said, "No."

Slowly, I checked for masses and lumps all around his scrotum and carefully traced the spermatic cord up and down through the thin sack. I was completely engrossed in touching him, and by all rights I was openly fondling his balls when I felt his cock twitch in my left hand. 

"And when was the last time you ejaculated?" I asked.

There was a short period of silence before he answered. I had to look up at him again in order solicit an answer, but he finally said, "Uh..... a couple of hours ago, I guess."

Pressing forward with questions that were necessary in order to make a judgment on his testicular health, I asked, "Was that your only ejaculation today?"

Over the next two minutes, he told me he'd masturbated twice today, once early this morning and once before he came over to visit me. I casually asked him if that was a normal daily rate for him and he embarrassingly told me he usually masturbated two or three times a day.

"Well, as long as you're not sensitive down here, or not in any discomfort, that shouldn't really be a problem, Ted." I explained. "Frequent ejaculation has been linked to good prostate health, so I don't see any reason for concern."

I spent another minute reassuring my brother there weren't any medical reasons to cut down on his masturbation, and I gave him the standard lecture on the importance of doing self checks on his testicles. Through all of this, I was trying to play the consummate professional and put up this front that I was just being a good nurse, but I was really trying to draw this out as long as I could so I could handle his balls longer.

But, my attention was pulled away from his balls by the firmness developing in my left hand. 

My Gawd, he was becoming aroused at the way I was touching him and I could feel his penis becoming engorged with blood right in the palm of my hand. Without removing my right hand from his balls, I released his cock from where I pinned it against his abdomen, and it bounced freely in front of me, half-erect.

"Oh, Ted!" I moaned, louder than I intended. When I realized I'd moaned loud enough for him to hear me, I looked up to see him looking down at me, and both our eyes went to his cock to see that it was growing erect at a remarkable rate. 

"I'm sorry about this, Sally." He said. "This is incredibly embarrassing, but, I can't help it."

I started to reply, but, I had a lump in my throat the size of Rhode Island. So, after clearing my throat, I looked up at him knowingly. "It's okay." I answered. "It's nothing to be worried or embarrassed about – purely a physical reaction to the exam. I guess I'd be surprised if you didn't get aroused from this. I'm almost done here, though...... just a minute more and this part will be over."

Of course, I lied. In truth, I'd completed the testicular exam long ago and I was just enjoying the opportunity of touching and holding his balls in my hand. I smiled to myself as I watched his cock grow to be abundantly erect, knowing full well I'd touched him much more than I needed to, and his erection was a direct result of the way I was handling him. On the outside, I was trying to be as professional as I could be, but on the inside I was happy and satisfied at the way I was exciting him.

Finally withdrawing my hand from between my brother's legs, I sat back on the bed and looked at his powerful, straining penis. It was much larger and thicker now that he was hard. It pointed out at an angle toward the ceiling and the proud glans at the end of his penis looked like the streamlined helmet of a warrior. Tentatively, I reached my right hand out and carefully wrapped it around his shaft and squeezed lightly to feel his fullness.

Admittedly, this surely wasn't the right method to examine a penis, but, what's a girl to do? I mean, my options were limited due to Ted's aroused state and his erected condition. So taking full advantage of this beautiful, hard cock right in front of me, I closed my eyes and tightened my fingers around his pole and felt him up.

The feel was a mixture of sponginess wrapped around a core of steel, and I couldn't stop myself from squeezing it just a little more to feel his firmness. I glanced up to gauge his reaction to what I was doing and I was surprised to see that his eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply through his open mouth.

"He's really aroused now." I said to myself. I was proud of myself for giving him an erection so easily just by the way I played with his balls, and I elated to see that I could keeping him hard by simply squeezing his beautiful cock. I knew all pretense of a medial oriented exam was completely gone now – I was holding my brother's extremely hard cock in my hand and I think we both knew there was nothing medical about the way I was holding it. 

Still though, I went through the motions of a typical penile exam. I bent it up and to the sides to check for consistent color and skin tone and I held it directly in front of me to check the glans and around Ted's corona. Then in a bold move, I grasped his shaft tightly with my right hand and used the fingers of my left hand to spread the glans apart so I could look down inside him. I felt his magnificent tool lurch in my hand and when I looked up, he met my stare directly, and then he intentionally flexed his muscles, which caused his cock to throb in my hands as I held it captive.

I couldn't resist the urge to stroke my brother's cock, and although it wasn't my plan to masturbate him, I needed to check his shaft thoroughly for lumps and growths. I admit I got a little carried away as I enjoyed the feeling of his firmness as I moved his loose flesh up and down over that perfect erection. I intentionally went very slow and I varied my grip as I watched for any signs that he might be approaching orgasm. I was trying hard to avoid any pretense that I was giving him a hand job, but, when I heard him moan and felt his cock throb in my hand, I knew I was pushing him further than I should.




The Doctor is In Ch. 03



"Ted," I reported, as I smiled up at him, "your penis appears to be fine. In fact..... its perfect. I couldn't feel any unusual bumps and your shaft has a uniform firmness from the base all the way up to your glans. Your outer skin seems to move freely, and from what I can tell, your sensory and nerve network is working just fine, too."

"The only thing I might suggest," I added, "is that you use a lubricant when you masturbate to avoid chafing and irritation. I'll give you a small bottle of something you can try the next time you masturbate, but, other than that, your penis looks normal and healthy.

Finally, I forced myself to slowly release my grip on his glorious shaft, and when I did, a small amount of precum dribbled out from the tip and flowed out onto the glove that covered my right hand. We both saw it, and I heard him gasp softly when it happened. 

I couldn't believe I'd come this close to actually masturbating my own brother. I'd given a few of my boyfriends my share of handjobs before, but none of their cocks felt as hard and powerful as Ted's. None of them were as beautiful as Ted and none of them allowed me to touch them and play with them to the extent that Ted had. 

Through the first part of his ordeal, my brother stood silently and perfectly still while I had my way with his man parts. I felt him up, fondled him, aroused him and gave him the most prominent erection I'd ever seen, and I loved every single minute of it. I knew I'd aroused him, and I wasn't going to apologize for that. 

Any grown woman can tell you that the male genitals come in many different shapes and sizes. What they don't tell you is that most women have a vision in their mind of what the 'perfect cock' looks like for them. Some like a curved shaft, while others like a straight shaft. Some desire a cock with one of those large, bulbous heads. I've even know some women that prefer a more 'petite' cock. The point is, each woman has, in her mind, the vision of what her perfect cock looks like. 

For me, my brother's cock is the absolute perfect cock. And even though I'm a nurse and this exam started out being somewhat of a medical punishment - trail by fire affair, I found myself lusting and longing for my brother's cock. I wanted to touch it, feel it, look at it, and, yes, much more. Seeing him naked, standing silently in front of me did something to me I can't explain. It made me feel alive and sexual. It made me feel hot and wet. It made me feel powerful, and I knew this couldn't be the end of it. I had to have more, I knew it. My sexual senses had been brought to a peak and I could feel the abundant wetness between my legs, and I loved the feeling. 

Yes, I absolutely knew Ted was my brother, and that's probably the only reason I didn't give him a handjob or gobble up his cock when it was bobbing in front of me. I wasn't going to apologize to Ted for taking advantage of the situation, either. After all, if he'd been taking my panties for as long as it appeared, I think he's been taking advantage of me, too. 

"Okay, Ted," I finally said as I broke myself out of my guilt ridden trance, "you can pull your panties up now. Everything seems perfectly fine down there. We just have a little more to do and your examination will be done."

Continued in the next chapter. 



The Doctor is In Ch. 04



The next few seconds seemed to pass in slow motion. The words I'd just said to my brother, "You can pull your panties up now", just seemed wrong and misplaced. Maybe I should have used the word, "underwear", but, the fact of the matter is that Ted was indeed wearing panties.

While I waited for him to react to my instructions, I turned my attention back to his throbbing erection and just stared at it as it pointed up at me. Somehow, I was able to hold myself back from reaching out and grasping his engorged penis with both my hands and sliding my mouth over the head of his perfect cock. And, in those few seconds before he finally reached down and pulled his panties up, I visualized myself doing just that -- hungrily devouring his phallus and sucking the life out of his impressive tool as he stood in front of me.

If you would have told me twenty four hours ago that I'd be fixating and lusting over my own brother's penis, I'd probably have slapped you silly. The thought of it would have revolted me. But, something happened to me since Kate's initial phone call and I started to think about my brother, Ted, being the doctor for Shannon's medical fantasy.

Ted was obviously the most likely person to fill the role of the doctor in Shannon's fantasy. After all, he'd been dropping hints and bugging me repeatedly about his interest and desire to play gynecologist. He's asked me endless questions about the female body, and when Kate first told me about her friend, Shannon, and Shannon's fantasy to be examined in an overtly, and extreme sexual manner, of course I thought of my brother.

Then, as I exchanged emails with Shannon, I began to piece together visions in my mind of how it might happen and what might transpire in Shannon's fantasy. I thought about so many things -- I thought about him touching her and even about him fucking her right in front of me. The whole thing got me hot and excited, and it led to me creating my own fantasies, and that's when I started thinking about Ted's cock. Not as in Ted 'my brother', but as in Ted 'the nasty doctor'. 

Its funny how the events that play out in our sub-conscious can affect the reality of our every day lives, and the images and visions in my head stemming from Shannon's fantasy had fueled by own longing. So now, as my own brother stood in front of me with his panties down around his knees and his throbbing erection swaying no more than a few inches away from my face, I was completely ready to set aside my feelings on incest and act on my desires with his magnificent cock.

But, please don't judge me too harshly. I ask that for two reasons: 1) My professional life doesn't leave too much time for dating and socializing. And, 2) I wasn't thinking of fucking my brother. Banish the thought of that ever happening. 

What I wanted, though, was to have his cock. I wanted to watch his penis go from soft to hard knowing I was the one in control of it. I wanted to have this perfect specimen of a man available to me for my enjoyment. I'd have him strip and expose himself to me...... I'd touch him for hours, feeling him everywhere, and yes -- I'd have him masturbate for me. Oh, Gawd yes! I'd have him do it repeatedly -- as often as he got hard...... I'd have him stand in front of me and stroke himself right in front of my eyes until he spurted his cum all over the place, and then I'd have him do it again as soon as he could get hard.

On the flip side, I was totally ashamed of myself for something else -- something more sinister and something perhaps more kinky, and that was Ted's apparent interest in wearing panties. I had to admit to myself that the thought of it excited me to no end. I loved the way my brother's ass and cock looked dressed in my panties. And I loved the change in Ted the instant his jeans came off. He was so docile and so submissive. It made me feel powerful and superior to my brother, and I felt the beginnings of a power shift between Ted and I.

There was something mysterious that attracted me to this panty thing, and the idea of having that perfect cock available to me in and out of panties -- which would be determined simply by my desires, moods or by my spoken words..... that's something I was interested in. That's something I wanted! 

Sadly, the internal justifications I was making to myself for my own actions and perverted desires came to an end as Ted reached down and pulled his panties up. I couldn't help but smile when he wiggled his cute butt as he pulled them up and tried in vain to adjust the yellow panties to cover his erection. Ted saw me smiling and for the first time since I'd lost my temper with him as we were sitting at the kitchen table, he smiled shyly back at me.

"Don't worry about it." I giggled to my brother. "They won't be on very long, anyway."

Then thinking better of it, I reached out and helped him adjust his panties, finally settling them in place with the head of his hard cock sticking out over the elastic waistband. 

"Turn around." I said, softly. "Let me see the back."

Ted did as I asked, and once he turned and his tight buns were right in front of me, my desires took over and the next thing I knew, both of my hands were on his ass and I was feeling him. "Ted," I moaned, "these look so good on you."

"They fit you perfectly." I said. "Really, Ted, they look absolutely perfect."

I indulged myself as he stood in front of me, feeling the way the material gently clung to his buns and when my hands drifted down to the globes of his ass, he shuffled his feet apart as if he was giving me permission to check the fit of his panties between his legs. So without another thought, I did just that - sliding my hand, palm up between his legs and felt the way the silky panties held his balls. 

Then, without me asking, he shuffled his feet apart again and I realized he was allowing me complete freedom to feel him up in any way I wanted. I desperately wanted to shove my hand down inside my own panties and touch myself while I felt him. That would have been so nice and so satisfying -- to make myself cum while he was standing there letting me have free access to him. But, I couldn't. I just couldn't. That would have to wait until after Ted left.

I felt him up for another few minutes, and when I softly asked him to turn back around, he did. Again, I let my hands roam all over him, freely feeling that perfect cock as it pointed out above his elastic waistband. And, my brother was just as excited as I was. Our eyes locked briefly and in that split second, I knew he was enjoying this, too. If I couldn't tell it from his face, I surely knew it from his cock and the way it was leaking so profoundly now from the tip.

I shook my head in an attempt to break myself away from what I knew I was going to do next if I didn't stop. And, as much as I wanted to pull his cock out of those panties to stroke and suck him, I forced myself to stop, and I stood up in front of him.

There was no need to apologize for what I'd done to him so far. I could tell he wasn't complaining, and I'm sure the look on my face and the desire I knew he could smell on me said everything that needed to be said at that exact instant. I came so close to doing something I knew I'd probably regret, but one thing was clear to me, for sure -- he would have let me do anything I wanted.

"The next part," I said to him while trying to catch my breath and calm my nerves, "is going to be the most difficult for you, Ted."

I put my hands on his shoulders and gently urged him back a few steps as I continued speaking. "You'll have to be on your hands and knees. And," I added, "you'll have to be naked."

I turned away from him and looked at the bed where I'd just been sitting. Oh, Gawd -- my panties were still there...... the ones I was wearing earlier, before Ted came. Remembering that I'd taken them off because they'd gotten so damp in the crotch as I thought about him playing doctor with Shannon, I began to panic wondering how I was going to get rid of them without him noticing what I was doing.

But then, I got a brain storm. It was a cruel and kinky brainstorm, but, it was also perfect in every way.

Leaning down, I casually straightened the comforter and nonchalantly reached out to retrieve my damp panties from the far side of the bed. Then, holding my panties loosely in my left hand where I knew my brother would easily see them, I leaned toward to the head of the bed, pulled the big, fluffy pillow out from under the comforter and dropped my panties right on top of the pillow.

Without wasting any time so I wouldn't change my mind, I turned back to Ted and looked up at him. "Okay, I'm going to go get something from the bathroom I need, and while I'm gone, I want you to slip out of your panties and get on the bed."

Ted's eyes opened wide as I spoke, and I couldn't tell if it was because he realized what I was going to do and he was terrified, or if he was excited about it.

"You need to be in a comfortable position." I instructed my brother. "I want you on your hands and knees with your head on the pillow and your butt up. Your knees have to wide enough to support your weight and allow room for the examination."

Ted's face was devoid of any emotion, reaction, or response. I suddenly realized I might have shocked or scared him, and since I didn't want another episode like I had earlier with him almost hyperventilating, I reached out and patted his chest, saying with a sincere look, "I promise I'll be gentle. Just get in a position where you can completely relax." 

"Any questions?" I asked.

My brother shook his head from side to side and said, "No." 

Again, I noticed his docile and submissive behavior. Any other time and my brother would have more to say, and I must admit, I liked this new Ted very much. 

I turned to leave, and as I headed for the bathroom, I wondered what I'd find when I returned. Would I find him putting his clothes on to make a hasty getaway from his evil little sister, or, would he follow my instructions to the letter and be in the proper position with his butt in the air waiting for me to stick my nursly examination finger up his ass?

I took my time in the bathroom. All I really needed was a wet, warm washcloth to wipe around his anus before I examined him. Of course, this was strictly a placebo and just for his comfort only. But years of seeing this kind of exam done by many different doctors on both gendered patients had convinced me that ensuring the patient was casually wiped down before and after the exam, made for a much calmer and happier patient. So, as I rung the hot water out of the washcloth, I mentally prepared myself for what I was going to find when I walked back into my bedroom.

I can't say I was surprised to see my brother on his hands and knees, just as I instructed. He'd removed his panties completely, folded them neatly, and laid them on top of his jeans. He'd obviously fluffed up the pillow and his head was lying on top of it, and he was looking away from me -- staring at the wall at the far side of the bed.

Ted's butt was pointed up and his knees were spread enough, but, he didn't look comfortable. He looked stressed and rigid, and I instantly knew what he needed to relax. So, turning to my left, I walked the few steps to my closet and pulled out another bed pillow from the shelf and walked over to the bed.

Touching him lightly on his shoulder, I told him to lift himself up. "Here," I said as I folded the pillow in half and placed it under his chest, "put this under you and then lay your chest and head down all the way."

He lowered his chest and head while I adjusted both pillows for his comfort, but he never once looked up at me. Instead, he maintained the position of his head so he looked directly at the wall. I understood, why -- he was about to allow his sister to shove her finger up his butt and he wanted to maintain as much of his dignity as he could. 

As I helped him get more comfortable with his position, and the pillows, I saw my damp panties lying halfway down the bed, as if he'd just brushed them off the pillow after I'd laid them there. I reached for them, and then before I could stop myself, I leaned over his body and gently tucked them into the palm of his hand, saying, "You can hold these for me if you want to."

There was no immediate verbal or physical response when I put my panties into his hand, and that worried me. I just took for granted he'd see this gesture as me condoning his panty wearing and an affirmation that I wasn't mad at him for taking my underwear. But, there was no reaction what so ever, and I wondered if I'd just made a mistake. Too late now to second guess it, though.

Now that Ted had been positioned properly and I'd made him comfortable, it was time to give him the digital rectal exam along with a prostate exam. 

Fortunately for me, the bed was wide enough, and Ted had left enough room for me to get up on the bed with him, so I climbed up next to him and settled back on my knees close enough to where I could easily perform the exam and watch for any reaction from him. As I got into place, though, I happened to glance up at Ted and noticed he'd brought my panties to within a foot of his face and opened them up so he could see the damp material inside my panties.

My heart pounded deep in my chest when I realized he was checking out the part of my panties that were snugly pressed against my pussy no more than an hour, or so, ago. I knew they were still damp, and when he unfolded them, he must have felt their wetness, too. I had to take a deep breath when I realized his interest in my panties probably wasn't isolated to simply wearing them. "Oh, Gawd," I silently prayed, as I thought about Ted sniffing my wet panties, "please don't let me cum right now."

I took a moment to compose myself, and when I was ready, I said, "Now, just relax, Ted. I'm just going to wipe you off with a warm washcloth before I begin. If you're not comfortable, now's your chance to wiggle around so you can relax. Okay?"

"Okay." He replied, and as he said it, he shifted his body a little, spread his knees a little wider and sunk into the pillows a little further. 

I unfolded the washcloth into the palm of my right hand and softly laid my left hand on the small of his back. "Here we go." I warned, as I laid the warm washcloth against his buttocks and then moved it between his cheeks and gently wiped around his anus and then carefully up and down his crack.

I felt for his anus through the washcloth as I gently cleaned him; not pushing into him, mind you, but with just enough pressure to make sure I cleaned him off thoroughly. When I was satisfied I'd done a thorough job, I pulled the washcloth away and leaned over to look between his cheeks to do a visual inspection of his anus.

It was a weird sensation to be looking between the cheeks of my own brother's butt trying to see his anus -- his butt hole. But, it had to be done and this was nothing compared to the fact that my lubricated finger would be slipping into his rectum soon.

"You doing alright?" I asked, as I glanced up to check.

"Uh huh." He answered. "Just fine."

I noticed he'd moved my panties again when I wasn't looking. Now they were about six inches from his face and he was holding them. I wasn't sure how long I could go on with this anymore. Brother or not, the sexual tension between us was now at a fever pitch and he had to know it, too. I'm sure he knew I could tell he was moving my panties closer and closer to his face, and I silently accepted the fact that before I was done, he'd have my wet panties right against his face and he'd be smelling the scent of feminine arousal I left inside those panties.

I had to get on with this -- I had to finish what I started and I needed to be done with it soon. I could feel my panties flooding between my legs and I needed some attention down there. I needed to thrust something into my pussy -- my fingers or my vibrator.... something! 

"Let me explain what's going to happen so you won't be startled." I began. "I'm going to apply some lubricant to my fingers and to you. Throughout this procedure, I'm going to make sure you're comfortable by using a lot of lube, so you might feel me pull my finger out from time to time so I can apply more lubricant. Do you understand?"

"Yes." He answered. "I understand."

"Good." I replied. "Now, you need to stay still and remain as relaxed as you can. Try not to tighten up or clench down on me. I'm going to go very slow and be very gentle with you, Ted, but you're going to have to concentrate on staying relaxed."

"Okay." He said. "I'll try." 

"Now," I continued, "during the last part, you might feel some pressure. I need to feel the size and firmness of your prostate gland, and to do that I have to press around there and do some rubbing. It might create some sensations you're not used to feeling, and I just wanted to make sure I warned you about it before it happened."

"Is it going to hurt?" Ted asked.

"No." I replied, with a short laugh. "It won't hurt at all. Actually, you'll probably enjoy the feeling, and from what I've heard, it can be quite soothing and pleasurable. If it arouses you, just relax and enjoy it."

"Hmm, okay, I guess" Ted said, then after a short pause he asked, "Is it going to be okay to do that, Sally?"

"Do what?" I answered.

"You know...." He replied. "To enjoy it, I mean."

"Of course." I said, giggling out loud. "I'm not trying to torture you, Ted. I'm just trying to make a point and teach you a lesson. That's all."

"Well, I was just making sure." He replied and started to laugh a bit, himself.

So, I'd done my job in preparing him the best I could and it was time for the final exam. I opened the tube of lube and squirted a generous amount on my fingers and sat the opened tube on the bed beside me. 

"It might feel cold at first, so don't jump." I said in a soothing tone. "I'll go slow. Just relax and don't worry."

Then without waiting, I pressed my lube covered fingertip against his anus and gently spread some lube around his opening. Carefully, I introduced just my fingertip into his anus and then pulled it out and spread some more lube around. I repeated this four or five times until my brother got used to the feel of my fingertip in his hole. 

I applied more lube to my gloved fingers and then made the decision that it was time to insert my finger into him. "Take a breath and hold it for me, Ted." I instructed.

When he did, I slipped my finger all the way into him and held it there. 

"Okay, you can breathe normally now." I said. 

I felt my brother clench down on my finger once or twice as I held my finger buried deep inside his rectum. "Just relax, Ted." I said calmly. "I'm just going to keep my finger in you for a minute until you relax, and then I can do the first part of the exam."

Ted's breathing started to deepen, and I noticed it. When I looked up toward his head to check on him, I noticed my panties had been moved again. Now, he had the crotch of my damp panties no more than an inch from his nose. I could clearly see his eyes were closed and his fingers casually stroking my panties as he held them. 

"That's good, Ted." I encouraged him. Take a few slow, deep breaths through your nose.

After I said it, I realized I'd actually encouraged him to sniff my panties. I immediately felt a twinge of excitement shoot through me and focus its explosion down inside my pussy. It was so nasty of me to say that to him, but, almost as soon as I said it, I felt his butt relax completely and all the pressure against my finger was gone.

Slowly, I began to make tiny movements with my finger, first small, and then incrementally larger excursions until I was slowly and gently moving my finger in and out of his butt. I kept glancing up at him, watching him openly sniff my panties as my finger continued to slide in an out of his opening. Gawd, I was finger fucking my brother's ass. How perverted was I becoming?




The Doctor is In Ch. 04



But, regardless of what I thought, I continued on, slowly moving my finger in and out of his ass until it was gliding in smoothly all the way. Ted seemed to be completely oblivious to what I was doing -- consumed with either the feeling of my finger, or the act of sniffing my panties until I asked him if he was doing okay.

When he didn't answer, I patted him on the back and asked again. "Ted, are you doing alright? Is this hurting you?"

"Oh yeah." He moaned. "I'm fine."

"Okay then," I reassured him, "you can keep doing exactly what you're doing. Feel free to do whatever you need to do to stay relaxed." 

I didn't care anymore about keeping up the façade of examining him. The truth was, I was finger fucking my brother's ass while he sniffed my panties and if there was any question that I was okay with it, and if he was okay with it -- I think the question was put to rest for good.

So I began the task of examining the first several inches of his colon by sliding and twisting my finger in and out of his ass as I felt inside for bumps. I was deliberate in my actions, but, I didn't use a lot of pressure and I moved at a constant rate so he wouldn't become stressed. Not only that, but, I wanted him to grow accustomed to the feel of my finger in his butt and come to fully accept it. 

I knew first hand that this was an excruciatingly humiliating and humbling examination, but, Ted laid there like a trooper and didn't clinch down on me. For a solid five minutes my finger slipped in and out of his ass, gently feeling the sides of his lower colon. I knew in the first thirty seconds his colon was fine, but, I kept it up, finger fucking his ass until he was so relaxed and so loose, my finger was gliding in and out of him smoothly and without any resistence what so ever.

Along the way, Ted started to make a low groaning noise each time my finger slipped deeply into his ass.

"Does that hurt?" I asked, followed by, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" My brother panted. "You don't have to stop."

"Does it feel good, then?" I asked, completely not believing I'd even ask such a thing.

"Uh...." Ted mumbled. "Yeah, it's good." He managed to say in between his panting breaths.

So, smiling to myself, I finger fucked my brother's ass as I watched his breathing and the way he was sniffing my panties. Curiously, I bent my head down and looked between his legs to see his penis straining out angrily from his crotch. There was a huge drop of precum hanging by a thread from the tip of his cock and the bedspread beneath him had a stain about an inch in diameter where he'd been leaking.

Uncontrollably, I put my free hand under the tip of his penis and caught the clingy drop on my fingertip just as it dropped and pulled it in front of my face. His precum was clear and slippery, and without another moment of thought, I put my finger in my mouth and I tasted it.

My heart was thumping fast and I could feel my blood racing through my veins as I tasted his seminal lube. It was sweet and slippery in my mouth, and once it hit me that that I'd just tasted the fluid from my own brother's penis, I got a thumping in my chest that radiated all the way through me. My face and head immediately felt hot and I knew I was blushing worse than I'd ever blushed in my life.

My total dive into depravity was complete now. I'd done things with my brother in the last hour I'd never even done with any of my boyfriends or lovers. And to make it worse, I was still finger fucking his ass and I was probably enjoying it just as much as he was. 

I was hot. I was excited. I was aroused and turned on - and I absolutely loved every second of it. The feeling of power that I felt over him was consuming me, and the more I exercised it, the more he accepted it. 

But, I wanted more. I needed more. And, the way to get it was to get him to offer it to me, voluntarily. 

"Ted," I asked, as I gently ran my free hand across his hip and across his back, "you still doing alright?"

"Yes." He groaned.

"Your lower colon feels fine. I can't feel any polyps or lumps. I have one more examination to do, but, before I do that one, can we just relax and talk for a few minutes? I can keep my finger in you if you'd like that."

"Yeah," he panted, "keep your finger in there, though."

"Sure." I agreed. "Do you think we be honest with each other while we talk? I'll promise if you will."

"Yeah," he panted again, "that's fine."

"Thanks, Ted." I said as I slowly slipped my finger all the way into him and then almost all the way out and then back in."

"It feels good when I do this, doesn't it?" I asked softly, almost whispering.

"Oh, hell yes." My brother moaned.

"I like it, too, Ted," I replied, "and to be honest, I've enjoyed everything. Touching you..... and feeling you, seeing you naked and.... uh..... seeing you in my panties."

I felt his ass clinch up and I stopped moving my finger inside him.

"Just relax, now." I said, encouraging him and rubbing the small of his back softly. "Come on," I continued, "Don't tense up on me just because I said that. Please, Ted..... I'm just being honest."

Softly, I told him I wasn't upset with him about wearing my panties, and I told him again I thought they looked cute on him. I told him I thought he had a beautiful penis, and how much I wished I'd seen it long before now.

I felt my brother relax his grip on my finger and as I began to slowly fuck his ass again, I asked, "Do you mind telling me how long you've been wearing my panties?" 

"A long time." He answered.

"How long, Ted?" I inquired. "It's okay, you can tell me. I'm not going to get upset."

"A long time, Sally." He said after a short pause. "Since you were in high school." He added.

"Wow! That's a hell of a long time." I thought to myself. 

But, after hearing this, I was more interested than ever, and I had more questions to ask. So, as I kept my finger moving in and out of his cute butt, I asked my questions.

"So, since high school you've been taking my panties and wearing them? Keeping them, too?" I asked.

"I only kept the ones I wanted to wear." He said, softly. "The other ones I always put back in the laundry basket."

As we talked, I constantly reminded him that I wasn't mad. I even told him no one would ever know about our conversation or his panty wearing. So, after a few minutes I gained his confidence and then it all came out. He made a full confession to me -- telling me everything I wanted to know, and more.

As part of his confession, he told me my panties were the only panties he ever stole - there were no other female's panties he was interested in. I learned that when I was still living at home, in high school and when I came home from college, he'd go through my things to find the clean panties he wanted to wear, and the worn panties he wanted to 'use'. He was forthcoming and honest when I asked him what 'using' meant, and when he told me that he used them when he masturbated, I about fainted.

So, I'm a big girl now, and I've got a few years under my belt. I've read some things and I've heard some things. I know it's not that unusual for guys to have a panty fetish. But, when a guy has a panty fetish, isn't it almost across the board? I mean, guys with a panty fetish don't normally focus their fetish on just one girl, right? And isn't it pretty rare that guys who have a panty fetish usually act on their fetish with someone other than a family member? 

When I asked him about this, his answer was straight forward and almost logical. "We wear the same size, and you buy the styles I like to wear." My brother began. Then he continued, saying, "And I like the way you smell down there and, uh..... the way you look in them."

I'd already accepted the fact that he was sniffing my panties, and I have to admit I was flattered beyond belief at the thought of him holding my worn panties to his nose as he yanked his beautiful, perfect cock, but, I didn't understand what he meant by the way I looked at in them.

"You haven't seen me in my panties for years, Ted. Not since we were kids." I said. "Or, have you?" I asked.

Ted seemed to tense up when I asked him about seeing me in my panties, and when he didn't reply after a minute, or so, I stopped moving my finger in his ass and told him to be honest and just tell me the truth. From the way he was acting, I just assumed, some way or the other, he had seen me in my panties, but I was curious when and how.

"Come on, Ted," I said, "I won't get mad and I really don't mind if you've seen me partially undressed. Just be honest and tell me about it."

When my brother still didn't answer me, I slowly pulled my finger all the way out of his butt and scooted up next to him. "I'll finish the exam if you tell me, Ted."

My brother turned his head around and looked at me. "Can't we just drop it?" Ted asked. "You'll get mad at me if I tell you. I know you will."

"No I won't, Teddy." I replied, using the name I used for him when we were kids. I put my hand on his shoulder and gently patted him, saying, "Come on, don't be afraid. You don't have to worry about telling me. Why don't you just close your eyes and smell my panties while you tell me about it."

As I shuffled back down to the end of the bed, I noticed the stain on my comforter under his leaking cock had grown significantly. The thought crossed my mind that I could probably get the information out of him if I gave his throbbing cock some attention, but, I didn't want to do that. I wanted him to tell me the truth on his own.

So as I got into position again next to his butt, I squeezed some more lubricant out on my fingers and told my brother to take a deep breath and hold it for a few seconds. When he did, I slowly put my lubricated finger into his butt and gently pushed it in. 

Ted moaned as he felt my finger entering his ass, and I noticed immediately that he didn't clinch up on me. In fact, if anything, I felt him relax the more my finger went in. Once my finger was completely inserted in his ass, I asked him again to tell me when and how he saw me in my panties.

I began to finger fuck him again, sliding my finger in and out of his butt slowly but rhythmically. "How does that feel, Teddy?" I asked.

"Hmm." He moaned to me. "Good. It feels really good."

"I can make it feel better, Teddy." I said. "But I need you to be honest with me and tell me when you saw me in my panties. Can you do that for me?"

I waited a few seconds for him to answer and then I stopped my finger fucking and began to rub around his prostate gland. His reaction was almost immediate -- he moaned out loud and his cute butt wiggled under my touch.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" I asked. 

My brother moaned in response to my question, but, sadly, he still didn't answer my question. I knew what would make him talk, though.

Stopping my prostate massage, I carefully picked up the tube of lube with my left hand, held it upside down pointing down into the palm of my hand, and squeezed it as best I could until a dollop of lubricating jelly came out. Then setting the tube aside, I spread the lube around by rubbing my fingers together.

Then carefully, I bent my head down to see what I was doing and wrapped my fingers around the head of Ted's cock, circling his corona in a circle I made with my thumb and forefinger. At the same time, I began massaging his prostate again.

"Oh, fuck!" Ted groaned. His breathing picked up and he moved my panties right up against his nose and I knew he was inhaling my scent with every breath. 

"You like that, Big Brother?" I asked.

"Oh, Gawd, Sally." He exclaimed. "That feels so fucking good."

"I bet I can make you ejaculate this way, Teddy." I whispered down at him. "Would you like that? Would you like me to make you cum?"

"Oh, please!" He begged. 

"All you have to do is tell me the truth about when and how you saw me in my panties and I'll do it, Ted...... I'll make you cum. Right here -- as soon as you tell me. You can relax, lie there and sniff my panties and I'll give you the best orgasm you've ever had, Teddy. I promise it will be something you'll never forget."

"And you swear you won't get mad at me? You'll never hold it over my head, threaten me, or, hold it against me?" He asked as he panted.

"I promise, Teddy." I answered. "I give you my word on that. But you have to tell me the complete and honest truth. You can't leave anything out. Do we have a deal?"

"Alright." He said. "I'll tell you everything, but, remember -- you gave your word."

I knew I had him now. I really didn't care how he saw me in my panties -- he's my brother, and it didn't matter to me that much at all. What I was really interested in, though, is having the power over him to make him tell me something he didn't want to tell me. 

I'm sure his closely guarded confession would amount to nothing -- maybe I didn't close a door all the way when I changed clothes, or something like that, but Ted has always been the one to try to have the last word, or get the upper hand when ever he could. Having him in this position with one of my fingers on his pleasure point, and my other hand gently twisting around the most sensitive spot on his penis -- I knew he'd give in. Any man would. 

And just to prove to him I wasn't kidding, I began to increase the pressure of my prostate massage and I tightened my grip under the head of his cock and speeded up my twisting motion. The lubricant allowed my hand to move quickly and effortlessly as I applied pressure to his corona, and within just a few seconds, I had him moaning out loud and panting so hard he had to pull my wet panties away from his face so he could breathe. 

Then suddenly, I stopped. I stopped the prostate massage and I stopped circling around his cock head. 

"Ted." I said, rather sternly. "I'm waiting."

"Okay. Okay." My brother answered. "It started back when Mom and Dad put the pool in.... you were in high school." 

"And?" I said, encouraging him to continue.

"Remember how they remodeled the bathroom right after that? And, you know how they put in those wood shutters on the inside of the window?" Ted asked. 

"Uh huh." I replied.

"Well," he went on, "there's a small gap at the bottom of those shutters. If the curtain on the inside isn't pulled together perfectly, you can peek in from outside and see the whole bathroom perfectly."

As soon as he said it, I instantly understood what he was saying. Mom wanted the downstairs bathroom enlarged when we put the pool in that summer. Both Ted and I always had our friends over in the pool and Mom said she wanted a bathroom large enough so people could change into their swim suits there, shower off and change back into their regular clothes without roaming all over the house. To make a long story short, they enlarged the bathroom, put in this huge walk in shower with two shower heads, a seat and a clear glass door, a nice vanity, heat lamps and really did the new bathroom up nice. It looked like one of those bathrooms in the home decorating magazines. 

Well, ever since that summer, that bathroom has been my bathroom of choice and I've always used it. I used it before I left for college and when I came home. After I graduated, I moved home for a while and I used it then. Once I got out on my own and got my own place, I'd use that bathroom any time I was at Mom and Dad's. Plus, any time I came over to swim, which has been at least once or twice a week. I'd even been trying to swim three times a week in the last few months. It's good exercise and, besides -- I like to swim.

The bottom line was, if he'd been peeking into that bathroom from the outside since I was in high school, he's seen a lot more than just me in my panties. He's seen me naked. Not only that, but he's probably seen me naked with a bikini wax. I could easily recount numerous times I played with myself in the shower, using the removable shower head and holding it so it would pulse against my coochie. I've shaved my legs in there and shaved my pussy. The clear glass doors are just that -- clear, so, if he was peeking from outside, he saw absolutely everything I ever did in that bathroom. 

I started to blush when I thought about everything he might have seen, and when it hit me that he'd probably seen me changing tampons or pads during my periods, it all became crystal clear to me. He's seen everything -- and I mean absolutely everything there was to see.

"Oh." I said. It's all I could say. I sat there in complete rapture running the past fifteen years or so back through my mind realizing I had no privacy in there at all. In the matter of a few seconds it hit me he'd seen the changes in my body as I got older and everything I'd done in that bathroom.

I know I told Ted I wouldn't be angry, but I was. I was really angry. And I was extremely hurt. I felt humiliated and I was embarrassed more than I'd ever been in my whole life. To think I'd been spied on in my own bathroom for so many years, and I didn't even know it -- I was crushed.

"Sally," Ted said, turning his head back to look at me, "please, let me explain for a minute. I know you're probably mad at me right now, but let me explain." 

I lost all interest and desire to finish what I'd started with Ted's prostate exam and his cock. With no regard to him at all, I pulled my finger out of his ass and let go of his cock. Almost in a dream, I just sat there, staring across his body at the wall in front of me. I was too shocked to do anything but that.

I think Ted knew what his final confession had done to me. He'd hurt me down to the core of my being and all I could do is sit there. "It's not what you think." He said.

I sat there for a good ten minutes, staring at the wall, while Ted tried to explain. He told me it started accidentally when he was picking up around the pool one day after we'd both had our friends over to swim. He said he didn't intend to spy on me, but when he walked by the window, he saw me taking my swim suit off and couldn't turn away. He told me I was beautiful and sexy, and he told me I was the first female he ever saw completely naked. He told me how he stood outside the window and watched me shower and dress, putting on just my panties while I dried my hair. I listened to him tell me the whole story and then how he began to peek on me after that when ever it was safe to do so.

He said I became his fantasy girl, watching me and masturbating as he peeked. Then, his desires grew, he started keeping track of which panties I wore and he'd try to get them out of the laundry basket the next day. Soon, he was sniffing my panties alone in his bedroom and then would also use them while he peeked on me. He developed a thorough panty fetish over the years, and I was the center of it. Eventually, he even started wearing my panties, along with sniffing them and peeking in on me.

"Sally, believe me," he said, "I never did any of this to hurt you. I mean, you're so beautiful, and so sexy. You're the cutest girl I've ever known. I'd never do anything to hurt you."

Then he laid the real bombshell on me. 

"I have a hard time with women, Sally." He began. "Whenever I've started to get serious about a woman, and we try to have sex, I can't do it. Uh.... I can't get it up.... I can't get hard. I've been to doctors and there's nothing wrong down there, but, I just can't get hard with them."

"But, I can get hard when I think about you..... or when I have your panties.... or when I look at you." He added. "I'm sure it's some kind of physiological thing, but, you're the only woman that gets me hard. Damn, Sally, please understand -- without you, I don't have any sex life at all."

I listened to my brother's explanation, and I have to admit my anger subsided and I felt sorry for him. As a nurse, I know the brain is just as important to sexual stimulation as the genitals are. But, I was still feeling hurt.




The Doctor is In Ch. 04



The funny thing was, that tingle between my legs had returned. Somehow, the thought of my brother spying on me for so long, and using me as his the center of his sexual fantasies and escapades hit me in just the right way, and in some twist of fate, it turned me on. Just thinking about him jerking himself off all those years thinking about me, and sniffing my panties -- it was unnerving.

"You think about me when you masturbate?" I asked.

"Yes." He answered, as he hung his head.

"When," I paused, for a second, and then continued, "was the last time you saw me in my panties or naked?"

"Last week when you were over at Mom and Dad's to swim." He said.

"I see." I said, trying to remember that day.

"You promised you wouldn't get mad." Ted reminded me. "You gave me your word, remember?"

"I know." I replied. "But what you've been doing all these years is wrong, Ted. Sneaking around like that.... what if someone had caught you peeking, or found you with my panties?"

"Well, what was I supposed to do?" He asked me. "I couldn't just walk up to you and ask you for your panties or ask to see you naked, could I?"

"That might have been better, you know." I answered. "At least we could have talked about it and you wouldn't have had to hide it all this time."

"Yeah," he said, snottily, "like you would have let me." 

I thought about it for a minute and my heart went out to him. My brother really had a problem and in some way, I knew Ted was reaching out to me. He needed some kind of help. He needed to get all this out in the open and find a way to channel all his fantasies and desires in a more healthy direction. And just then, I got an idea. Maybe getting him together with Shannon to live out their respective fantasies was just the ticket he needed. Maybe I could get him to open up to me and then orchestrate Shannon's fantasy to accommodate both of their needs. 

But, Ted owed me something. He owed me for all those years I provided him his sexual pleasure. He owed me for all the panties he snuck away from me, all the orgasms he had at my expense and the way he peeked at me. I had to break him of the peeking, that was one thing I was sure of.

I knew what I was thinking about doing was risky. It would mean doing things I'd never done before, but, perhaps it would work, and if I could get Ted to cooperate with me, even thought it would be border line incest, it might work.

"Ted," I said, looking over at him, "I appreciate the way you've been honest with me and I'm flattered that you think I'm beautiful and sexy. That's so sweet of you to say. But, what you've been doing isn't healthy. You need help, Ted. And, I've got an idea of how to help you. If you agree and will work with me on this, I think it will work. It will be difficult on both of us, I'm sure. So, what I'm asking you is this -- I'm offering to help you. But, if I do, you can't question my methods. You have to put yourself in my hands and do everything I ask of you. I think getting you and Shannon together will be just what you need to get your confidence up, and I'll be there to help you. If you can't get an erection, I'll help you. I'll do whatever you need, but, I think it's a good opportunity for you. But that's just part of what you need. What do you think? Are you willing to work with me on this?"

The look on Ted's face changed and I saw a look in him I hadn't seen in years. There was a look of sincerity and relief which, was promising. "Sure," he said, "I'm willing."

"Good." I answered. "Now, let's finish what we were doing and we'll get started right away."

With that, I reached down and put my left hand around his cock. He was soft now, his erection had long since faded during our stressful conversation, and when I grasped his soft member, my brother laid his head back down on the pillow. I began to work his soft cock in my hand, caressing it along its length and gently around his glans.

"Teddy," I said softly, "put my panties up to your nose and smell them. Think about me wearing those panties..... think about them being right next to my pussy and my juices leaking out onto them. I know you like that, Teddy," I said, "you told me you so. Show me how much you like my panties, Teddy."

My brother's cock went from soft to hard almost immediately when I started taunting him about my panties. He felt huge in my hand. His erection was full strength and it did so much for my ego to have him go from soft to hard that quick.

"That's good, Teddy." I said, praising him. "You're really hard. I can feel it. You like it when I talk about my panties, don't you?"

"Uh huh." He answered.

"I bet you get turned on when I say that word don't you?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah." He replied.

"I'm going to be saying that word a lot from now on, Teddy." I continued. "Panties. My panties. My wet panties. Is that okay with you?" I asked.

"Fuck, yes!" Ted moaned.

"And I'm going to let you see my panties, Teddy. All of them. I'll let you touch my panties, feel my panties and sniff my panties.... anytime you want, Teddy. You can wear my panties, too. All you have to do is ask me. Is that going to be okay with you?" I asked, continuing to taunt him. 

"Oh, Gawd, Sally!" He groaned. "Yes. Yes."

"But no more sneaking around." I said, quickly. "No more peeking at me. Right? That's over and done with. If you ask, I'll let you look at me, but no more spying. Okay? Promise me. Give me your word, Teddy."

"Yes," he gasped, "no more spying. I promise."

"And no more masturbating unless I say so." I added, almost surprised I'd even say that. "From now on, when you need to masturbate, you'll come over here and do it in front of me. No more sneaking around with that, either. You'll come over here and you can have my panties to masturbate with, or wear my panties, or whatever you need to do, but you'll do it in front of me. Is that clear?"

"Yes! Yes!" Ted exclaimed.

His cock was throbbing now, pulsing in my hand and I knew I needed to stop or I'd make him cum. So, thinking fast, I reverted to my original plan and without warning him, I sunk my finger into his lubricated ass and felt around for his prostate gland. Once I found it, I began to massage it with small, tight circles. At the same time, I made a circle with the fingers on my left hand just under the head of his cock and started to swirl then around his corona. 

"Promise me, Teddy," I said, "give me your word you'll do everything I say. Give me your word you'll follow my instructions. Give me your word you won't cheat or lie."

"I promise." My brother panted to me. "I give you my word on everything." He said, almost unable to say the words as he tried to catch his breath.

Satisfied that I'd gotten him to say what I wanted to hear, I made my mind up to let him cum. I knew it wouldn't take much, but, I wanted him to experience this in a way he'd see it as a reward for coming clean with me and being honest. So, my pressure on his prostate increased and I tighten my grip under the head of his cock to the point I knew it wouldn't be long before he exploded. 

I knew his ejaculation would be huge. I'd excited him so much and his ejaculation had been delayed so many times, the sheer build up would make it a good one for him. The way my hand was situated under him, when he came, he'd squirt off into the palm of my hand, and I liked the idea of that. I'd have a whole handful of his cum -- in my bare hand. The thought of having my brother's hot, thick cum in the palm of my hand was almost intoxicating and I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it yet, but, that didn't matter. I was going to milk every drop of sperm from within his balls, giving him the best and strongest orgasm of him life. Without a doubt, he'd remember this forever.

It was time to make him cum, now. I wanted to taunt him to the point where he'd shutter and spurt uncontrollably. I knew it wouldn't take much more, but, I couldn't resist the urge to tease him.

"Teddy, the panties I'm wearing now are so wet." I whispered down to him. "I can feel how wet they are.... my pussy is literally dripping into them. I've been wet ever since you took your jeans off and I saw you wearing in my old, yellow panties."

"I bet you'd like them." I teased. "I bet you'd like to see them, wouldn't you? You'd like to see me wearing them..... you'd like to see the way they fit me.... the way the crotch part stretches across my pussy. I bet you'd like to sniff them and suck them, too. Just think about my sweet, wet panties, Teddy. Think about me showing them to you. Think about me pulling down my shorts and letting you see me in them.... maybe letting you masturbate for me while I let you look. Does that turn you on, Teddy?

About that time, I felt my brother's prostate get hard and I knew it was just a matter of a few seconds before he blew his load into the palm of my hand. I intentionally held back my desire to stroke him -- I wanted him to experience the feeling of being milked from having his prostate massaged. I knew this would produce a mind-blowing orgasm for him, and that's exactly what I wanted for him.

"I might do that for you, Teddy." I said. "Maybe later I'll pull my shorts down and let you see me in my panties. Maybe I'll make you stroke yourself for me. Maybe I'll let you look at me real close -- maybe I'll let you sniff my panties. I know you'd like that."

Then it happened. The words I said pushed Ted completely over the edge and I felt his prostate go rock solid and the head of his penis enlarged and I felt his body go rigid. Another second later, he let out a mighty groan and I felt the first spurt of cum shoot out of his cock against the palm of my hand. His prostate actually shuddered under my touch and I felt surge after surge of hot cum filling my hand.

Ted's body lurched and shook as he came, and he made groaning noises all the way. What an amazing feeling it was to bring him to this point and feel his body react to what I was doing to him. I literally used his own body to make this happen for him -- I stimulated the most sensitive spots on the male body to bring about this orgasm. It was all me.... I did it. I made him cum. 

I knew his cock would be sensitive when he was finished ejaculating, so I loosened my fingers from around his corona and let him finish squirting into the palm of my hand. I don't remember ever being so happy about making a man cum -- this was so exciting for me, and I felt so good about it and so proud of what I was able to do to him. 

Now, though, I had to transition what we'd done and begin my plan to help Ted with his problem. Shannon's examination was a key part of what Ted needed, but, I needed to get him ready for that so he could perform when the time came. I wanted him to fuck her -- long and hard. I wanted him to see that he could complete the sex act with a woman. That was going to be vital part of the solution, I was sure of it.

To be continued soon.



The Doctor is In Ch. 05



I sat there on the bed, next to my brother, Ted, watching him in fascination as his body finished convulsing through the end of his involuntary induced orgasm. His climax had filled the palm of my hand, and I felt the hot, sticky cum splattered almost up to my wrist. "Oh, Gawd," I said to myself, "I want to taste his cum so bad."

I struggled with the thought of it. He was looking at the wall, not at me! I could easily slurp up his cum and he'd never even know I'd done it. But, was that incest? Was licking my hand filled with my brother's cum incest? I finally shook my head in the realization of what I was about to do and slowly lifted my hand to my mouth and tasted the seed from my brother's cock. My face turned red and I felt hot, and as that heat spread across my chest I couldn't stop myself from lifting my hand to my mouth again, and in one big lick, sucked up all my brother's cum, held it in my mouth for a few seconds and then swallowed it a little at a time. What would my brother think if he knew what I was doing?

Then to make everything worse, after I'd licked it all up, I started feeling guilty and remorseful for what I'd just done. I can't believe I'd just eaten my own brother's cum! 

There were so many thoughts racing through my mind as I sat there. So many things to confuse me. So many things to excite me and so many things to entice me. I had no choice other than to sit back and think about what I'd done and what I'd been doing with Ted. 

First, my own excitement had completely taken control of me as I did those extremely intimate things to him under the guise of a medical examination. I'd never, ever, been so turned-on in my life! Holding his balls in my hand for so long, and examining his penis in such a personal way gave me a rush I couldn't believe. The power of making him stand in front of me with those flimsy, yellow panties around his knees touched a part of me that I didn't know existed. I'm not sure if it was his total acceptance of the submission, or the way I exploited the situation for my own enjoyment that made it so good for me, but, whatever it was, I'd never been so excited and aroused as I was right now, and given the right chance, I think I could easily take his beautiful cock into my mouth, and maybe, even into my pussy. 

On top of that, I got to do something I've always been curious about, but never had the chance to do. Namely, make a man ejaculate by massaging his prostate. I've read things and heard my girlfriends talking about playing with a man "back there', but had never done it myself. Being a nurse I understand the anatomy and the way the male's parts are put together, but, let's face it – putting your finger up someone's butt just isn't something most girls do, or even think about trying.

But, it's true – I'd always been curious about the feelings a man could get from being touched like that. Was it really possible you could make a man come with just stimulation of the prostate? Is the resulting orgasm as strong as I heard it was? I guess my questions were answered now, and I was blown away with the way he let me invade his butt with my finger and the why I made him cum. 

I think my interest in 'Milking a Man' started some time ago when I was out with some of my nurse friends to have a few drinks after work one Friday evening. After too many beers, one of the girls was making jokes about some of the weird sexual things her past boyfriends were into. Bethany, one of the girls that was with us, piped in and told us her fiancé was into something pretty weird, and although it didn't do much for her, she went along with it because she knew he really liked it. When we pressured her to tell us what it was, she told us about the prostate massage and the way be begged for it.

"You might think it's gross," she said under her breath, "but, once you do that to your guy, you will absolutely own him – and I mean forever!"

In the next thirty minutes, Bethany explained it all and by the time she was done explaining, I was about ready to cum. Unfortunately, at that time I didn't have a boyfriend, and none of the guys I dated seemed to be open to it, so my interest, and my desire to do it went unsatisfied. 

But, I never forgot about it. I saw articles about it in magazines, "Your Man's G-Spot", "How to Make Him Yours", "Secret Way to Pleasure Him", and my favorite, "Give Him the Best Orgasm Ever".

I read each of the articles numerous times and what I discovered was this: the way the man is made, just about every guy will absolutely love it. The problem, of course, with doing it is the fact that in order to get to the prostate, you have to put your finger up his butt. Now, most men are too macho to even suggest they might want you to put your finger in their butt, and most women don't see that as a normal way to pleasure their men. So, consequently, it remains one of those sex practices that might be very pleasurable, but not often practiced.

For me, though, I enjoyed the idea of bringing a man off under my terms. I enjoyed the idea of putting him in such a vulnerable position, watching him squirm, touching him so intimately and making him cum when I was ready to have him cum. The power of it all was a role reversal I longed for, and even though it might not be main stream sex, it was one of those things that played a huge part in my fantasy life and something I dearly wanted to experience and become a master at.

Now, the next thing that was racing through my mind as I sat next to Ted, was considerably more complicated...... how to pull off Shannon's doctor fantasy so that all three of us, Shannon, Ted and myself, got what we wanted out of it.

Shannon's part was easy, or at least it seemed that way. I'll get her in the office, Ted and I will make her do some seriously nasty things, and when it's all over, she'll have gotten her wish. She'll be exposed, touched and examined in a way that will be eternally etched in her memory. And if I have my way, I'll get to satisfy my own voyeuristic desires and watch while she sucks his perfect cock and opens her legs so he can fuck her. And she'll do it all right in front of me. 

I realized as soon as I agreed to set Shannon's fantasy up that my biggest interest in this was seeing people engaged in sexual acts in front of me – and I mean right in front of me. I wanted to see live sex: sucking and fucking. I wanted to see Ted's throbbing cock nudging up to her labia, entering her sex and then slamming into her wet, lubricated pussy. I wanted to see and hear the sounds of sex – the moaning and groaning, the exciting sounds of cock fucking a wet pussy. Embarrassingly enough, I also wanted to see Shannon on her back, with her legs spread wide and watch as she was penetrated and then fucked. 

Watching porn never interested me because I knew it wasn't real passion – it wasn't real desire..... it was only actors following a script. But, I've always been turned on by the thought of actually watching real people have sex. It just seemed so hot.... so nasty and so forbidden – watching the actual act of fondling, insertion and thrusting! And, to be right there and be able to see everything – I'd do just about anything to see that!

Ted's issues were going to be a challenge, and I knew that. By his own admission, he had a hard time getting and keeping an erection. That single fact was going to make Shannon's doctor fantasy tricky to pull off, and created a risk of ruining my chances to see the two of them have sex in front of me. However, just the fact that I was able to get my brother's cock hard when I examined him, and make him cum by massaging his prostate told me his male parts were working perfectly. Ted's inability to get an erection was something in his head. Something that kept him from being able to go all the way, and I had an idea what it was and how to fix it.

Probably the worst, and also the best, part of my brother's problem was that I'd have to be incredibly involved with the cure. On one hand, it was bad because I knew it would lead to sexual contact between he and I. That was inevitable. On the other hand, it was good for exactly the same reason. There's nothing I would love more than to have constant, complete and total access to a beautiful cock like his, but that constant, complete and total access would mean looking and touching, and..... maybe more. Was I prepared to have overt and intentional sexual contact with my brother? At what point does all this become incest? 

The examinations I gave him, albeit supposedly medical in nature, were surely light years away from the real medical versions of those exams. I'd intentionally drawn them out and sexualized them to enhance his embarrassment and humiliation, and at the same time, feed my own interest and my own desires. And, it worked for both of us. Without a doubt, I knew Ted felt the sting of embarrassment when he undressed in front of me and experienced true humiliation when my finger went up his butt. 

For me, well...... the examinations I did on my brother seriously dampened my panties and tweaked my excitement in such a profound way, and I knew this one instance would not be the end of it. I needed more and I knew I was going to get it. I'd make it happen, and I'd already taken the first step in that direction by getting him to agree to put himself in my hands to fix his problem.

Lastly, on the flip side of Ted's problem was the distasteful way he spied on me, and the way he stole and used my panties for his pleasure. When I broke this down, my issue with what he did was more a feeling of betrayal than anything else. I say that because I can easily understand how a man would have an interest in seeing a naked woman. I don't think it matters if the woman is his sister, or not. Men just love to see women without their clothes on - and if it was just that.... if that had been all he'd done, I could have almost accepted it. Almost.

The taking and using of my panties I could attribute to him just being a man, too. And again, just by itself, I don't think there's any big mystery why a man might be interested in women's panties. Every female over the age of sixteen has heard stories about men and panties. For me, these stories came as secrets whispered between my friends in college and I always giggled when I heard them. Plus, I think I read somewhere that men have been interested in women's undergarments for centuries, so, having a panty fetish is nothing new, and I actually think it's probably fairly normal because panties would carry the natural scent of a woman's vagina. I don't think it's too far fetched to even believe men would sniff the panties from just about any female, be it their mother, sister, wife, girlfriend, neighbor, even a daughter or grandmother, if the man was just looking for that scent to help him get off.

Wearing my panties – well, that was something I needed to think about. I know it's not unheard of, but, no one other than me has ever had an interest in wearing my panties. That is, until I found my brother wearing them. Perhaps I wouldn't be so confused about it if I'd seen him in some other women's panties, but they were mine. They were my panties – the ones I used to wear. 

So, individually seen, all Ted's kinks didn't seem that outlandish. But, collectively and put together with his confession that he fixated on me, only peeked at me, only took my panties, only sniffed my panties and only wore my panties - it all told me I played a huge role in his problem. Consequently, I'd have to play a huge role in helping him through it.

All in all, I felt extremely flattered and proud he'd concentrated all his fetish desires and fantasies on me. It made me feel sexy, wanted and desired. Along with all of that, it turned me on to know he was masturbating while he thought about me. What girl wouldn't want that? That fact, alone, made me want to thrust my hands down inside my shorts and rub myself until I came. That's such a turn on!

So, as I thought about Ted's problem, I decided I had to go about fixing it from three different directions at once, namely punishment, obedience training and sexual training. 

My darling brother, Ted, had to learn that his sneaking around and peeking was unacceptable and wrong. And, if there's one thing I remembered from growing up with Ted at home, it was that my brother seemed to learn his lesson best when he was punished. And, the punishment that seemed to work best on Ted was a good, old fashioned spanking.

I can remember my brother being spanked up to the time he was seventeen, or so. My Mother always said it was the one thing he understood and the one thing that seemed to work the best, so given Ted's behavior over the last fifteen years, I thought spanking him as punishment for his peeping was very much in order. 

But, simply spanking Ted once didn't seem like a fitting punishment for fifteen years of wrong doing, and I didn't think it would act as much of a deterrent to keep him from doing it again. However, maybe there was a way I could make a spanking work. If I made the spanking so uncomfortable, and so unbearable and truly meaningful, it might just do the trick. 

The obedience training and the sexual training could occur at the same time. For these, I'd definitely work on him via his submissive side and use a reward system he couldn't resist to affect the changes that were necessary. Simply said, I'd use his panty fetish against him.

"Hmm, not a bad plan." I said to myself. 

Turning my attention back to my brother, I put my hand on Ted's back and lightly patted him with my hand, saying, "Teddy, I'm going to let you rest for a few minutes. I want you to think about the agreement we made and your promises. I'll be back soon, and then we're going to talk for a while."

With that, I got up from the bed, reached down and picked up all of Ted's clothes and left the room with them. I intentionally closed the door behind me hoping it would make him think about being all alone in there, totally naked and with no clothes. Maybe, his submissive situation would cause him to think about what he'd done. 

As I closed the door behind me, I almost raced to the kitchen and pulled out my cell phone. Scrolling through the contact list I found what I was looking for – Sara's number. I felt that if there was anyone in the world that could help me right now, it was Sara. 

Sara was a grad student at the local university. She was trying to finish her nursing degree and as part of it, was required to take a work experience course and ended up being one of our helpers at the office. She was only with us for three months, but while she was there I got to know her pretty well. Not only that, but Sara had been having some problems with her courses and it was starting to jeopardize her being able to graduate, so I worked with her two evenings a week after work and it seemed to help. On her last day at the office, she told me she appreciated everything I did for her and told me she owed me one. 

Sara is a very petite girl, but she had this dark, gothic look about her. Once or twice when we were chatting, she made jokes about how she spanked her boyfriend when he was bad, and sometimes she did it just to keep him in line. I always thought she was just kidding me, but as I contemplated calling her, I hoped she'd been telling the truth.

So, without even thinking about what I might say, I called her. After a few minutes of catching up and asking her about her studies, I asked, "You know, a few times when we were talking, you said something about spanking your boyfriend. Did you really do that?"

"Sure," she answered right away, "he gets it all the time. We're into that.... spanking, I mean."

"You're serious?" I asked. "I mean, on the level? You really spank him?"

"Uh huh." She answered. "Sally, where are all these questions coming from?"

Without going into all the details, I told her I knew someone that needed to be spanked. I didn't say why, or who it was, but I told her this person needed a spanking and I didn't have any idea how do spank someone. 

Sara asked a lot of questions in return, for example, she wanted to know if this person was a man, and when I said it was, she asked me straight out if this person got tuned on by spankings.

"No, not that I know of....." I said, "it's for punishment – something he did. Something really bad, Sara."

I assured her it wasn't a lover or boyfriend, but someone that had done something wrong to me, and he needed to be punished for it. I went on to tell her I didn't want him to be hurt, and no bruises or marks. Sara assured me someone could be thoroughly spanked without them being hurt, adding, "I've had to do it to Carl more than once, Sally."

As we talked, I asked more questions and so did she. I told her this person had done something so wrong, I wanted him to have a spanking he'd remember, but I didn't want to be the one to do it. Along the way, she asked, "Are you trying to get up the nerve to ask me to spank this person for you?"

"Yes," I answered, "I think so."

"Oh, I'm so excited!" Sara said. "I love spanking a man's ass. They're so melodramatic."

She told me she could deliver a spanking that would certainly hurt. "I can make the sting so bad, it would probably make him cry, if that's what you're looking for. I promise I won't leave any marks and the sting would go away after about thirty minutes, or so. But," Sara added, "he'd remember this for the rest of his life. I guarantee it."

She asked if this person would be clothed or naked. I told her he'd probably be wearing panties at the start. "He's got a thing for stealing and wearing panties, Sara. I'm going to make him wear them as part of his punishment."

But, I told her she could make him take them off if she wanted to spank him naked, it was her option. There was a long pause, then, she said, "Ah, a panty man, huh? Do you want me to embarrass or humiliate him, too? I can do that, you know. That's a pretty common theme."

"Maybe a little is okay," I replied, "but, I wouldn't want you to say anything to hurt his feelings, he's already been embarrassed enough. He deserves the punishment for what he did and he knows it. I'm just making him wear the panties in front of you purely for effect, but, I don't want to see him ridiculed or belittled about them."

"Personally," I continued, "I think they look cute on him, but, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't rub his nose in it, or attack him about the panties."

"I see." Sara said. Then she asked, "What about touching him?"

"What do you mean?" I answered.

"Sally," she said, "I'm going to be honest with you here. I've done a fair amount of spanking before – mostly teenage boys and men. With males, sometimes it's necessary to touch them before, during or after the swats. Sometimes you have to control them, and the best way to do that is to reach between their legs and grab on to something. Eventually, most males will finally reach a point where they give in, and completely submit to the spanking out of pure shame. But, in order to get him to that point, there might have to be a little touching, or it might be a lot. There's no way to tell ahead of time. Each one is different – you have to kind of play it by ear."

"Okay," I agreed, "if it's necessary, then that's fine – feel free to touch."

She had many more questions and I answered them one at a time, telling her, yes, I'd be there and, yes, I'd be willing to participate and help as long as I wasn't the one doing the actual spanking. 

Finally, she asked something I didn't even consider. "What if he gets turned on?" Sara asked. "We better talk about it now because it almost always happens with males, especially if an extra female present."

"Uh..." I stammered. "Well, I..... uh..."

"Sally, trust me on this," Sara began, "when a full grown man lets a woman spank him, or lets a woman watch him get spanked, it definitely creates a sexual situation. And if he's going to be naked for any of this, I can virtually guarantee he'll have a hard-on somewhere along the way. It's a given."




The Doctor is In Ch. 05



I was thinking about what she said and how I'd answer, when she added, "Look, I'm just trying to warn you. The way it happens for most men is that they start out with a hard-on and end up crying like babies – real tears and everything. Most people I know that are into spanking usually try to give the guy a happy ending by sucking him off, jerking him off or letting him masturbate when it's all over. It's up to you, but, I don't mind giving the guy a hand job, when we're done."

"I understand." I said, realizing Sara was into this more than I thought. "Maybe that's something I should do so he knows I forgive him."

"No problem." Sara laughed. "But, I don't mind doing it if you don't want to. That's my favorite part..... watching them go from sniffling and crying to cuming!"

We talked for a new more minutes and I made sure we understood each other. She was going to spank him hard enough to make him cry, what ever that meant. She'd provide some mild embarrassment and humiliation, but wouldn't be mean, and I'd be the one to make him feel better when it was over. 

"Oh!" She said, inquisitively, "when do you want to do this?"

"Sara," I answered, "I know you're not going to believe this, but, is there a chance we could do it in, let's see......." I looked at my watch carefully, "an hour from now? At my place?"

Fortunately for me, she was free and more than willing to come over and do it. I told her this person and I would be at my house, waiting for her in an hour. Before we hung up, she suggested I have a box of tissues handy and some soothing, aloe ointment. "It's gonna sting his ass like hell, Sally." She told me, "some aloe will work wonders after it's over. And Sally, one more thing..." Sara added, "I was serious when I said he'd be crying like a baby. If you can't handle seeing this guy cry like that, I suggest you rethink about what you're doing. If he goes through with it, he'll be in total shambles when it's all over. He'll need someone to console him and stay with him for a while, too."

I assured her as long as he wasn't physically hurt, bruised or beaten, I'd be okay with the crying, and I reiterated the fact that he knew he deserved to be punished for what he did. I assured her I'd see to his needs after the spanking, too. Then, I mentioned to Sara that he didn't have any idea he was going to be spanked yet.

"Are you going to tell him before I get there?" Sara inquired.

"I probably will." I answered. "I'd hate for you to come all the way over here for nothing. If he backs out, at least I'll have time to call you."

"That works for me." Sara replied, then she said, "Sally, forgive me for a minute, but, let me throw something out at you just to consider for the future."

Sara said that even though I'd told her the person to be spanked wasn't my lover or boyfriend, she detected there was some connection.... some fondness between him and I. "You obviously care about whomever this is," Sara said, "and you're obviously turned on about his panty fetish and seeing him exposed to me."

"There's a group of women that get together about once a month." Sara went on to say. "It's kind of a club for women that are into CFNM. One of them brings their husband or boyfriend each time we meet and, well..... we make the men do things. About half the men have panty fetishes, and we have a little ritual we make go through. If you think you might be interested in something that, just let me know."

"What's CFNM?" I asked.

"It means Clothed Female – Nude Male." Sara answered. "It's where the men get naked in front of a group of women. We tease them, touch them and make them do things. Sally, I look forward to it every time we meet. It's safe and a lot of fun. The men like it, too, and we always give them a chance to cum. I'm only mentioning this because you've said some things that make me think you might enjoy it. Just think about it."

"Wow." I said into the phone. "People really do that?" I asked.

"Oh, yes." Sara replied. "You'd be surprised at the cross section of women who come. And, all different kinds of dicks, Sally. You can touch them all, too. Sometimes you can do more. There's only one man there at a time, and he gets teased and touched by everyone. No one judges you there, Sally. Everyone that comes, all the women I mean, they all enjoy it and they bring their men to be enjoyed by everyone."

As Sara told me about it, I visualized taking my brother there and handing him over to a group of women to be their plaything. Instantly, I had images of him being touched and caressed – their hands all over him, especially on his cock. 

"Anyway," Sara said into the phone, bringing me back to our conversation, "I just wanted to mention it."

"Okay, thanks." I said. "It sounds interesting. Let me think about it."

"No problem." Sara replied. Then, almost out of the blue, she asked, "Hey, do you mind if I tease this guy a little bit tonight?"

"What did you have in mind?" I asked her.

"Well, if he's got a panty thing, maybe I'd let him see my panties." Sara answered.

"Sure." I immediately agreed. "I bet he'd like that, and if the spanking is going to be like you said, maybe if he got a peek at yours it will make him feel better."

I made sure she remembered where I lived and told her I'd leave the light on, and unlock the front door, asking her to come in quietly and wait in the kitchen. Then, we said goodbye. As I hung up the phone I couldn't believe what I'd just done. I'd arranged for my brother to be spanked an hour from now by someone that knew exactly what she was doing. And if I read her correctly, my poor brother Ted would get the thrashing of his life and justice would be served. Once his spanking was over, we'd put his sneaking and peeking behind us, and I could get down to the task of his obedience and sexual training.

I returned to my bedroom to find my brother hadn't moved once inch since I left him. At first, I thought he was sleeping, but, as I sat softly on the bed next to him, he turned his head and looked at me. 

"Teddy," I said, "we need to talk now."

"I know." My brother answered quietly.

I stood and reached down to help him up by his arms. I knew his body might be stiff from being in the same position for so long, and as he stood, he winced slightly as he got his footing and stood next to me. 

He'd left my panties on the pillow, at the exact spot where he'd been holding them against his nose while he was sniffing them. The vision of him inhaling the aroma from my panties as my finger massaged his prostate came back to me, and I could hardly believe I'd actually lived it. I wasn't the least bit upset with him for taking advantage of my panties – after all, I'd given them to him freely – actually put the panties in his hand and told him to enjoy them. I never knew, though, the actual sight of him sniffing the crotch would affect me the way it did. 

I reached down and picked up the panties, casually handed them to him and sat on the bed. Looking up at him and then down at his now soft penis, I said, "Teddy, we have to talk through some things, and we have to do it now."

He nodded his head up and down, but he didn't say anything so I continued. "First of all, I want you to know I'm not mad at you for taking, sniffing or wearing my panties. If you're worried about that, then you don't have to be. I think I understand why you're drawn to them and I'm okay with it."

"Honestly," I added, "I think the panties really do look good on you, and if you get pleasure from wearing them, then so be it."

I couldn't help but notice that my brother's cock was getting hard again. He had about half an erection now, and I wasn't shy at all about reaching out and grasping his cock with my hand as he stood there.

"You remember," I reminded him, "what you agreed to, don't you? How you would put yourself in my hands and we'd work through the erection difficulties? And if you did what I asked and didn't question me, I'd go ahead and let you be Shannon's doctor for her fantasy exam next week?"

"Yes," he said softly, looking down and watching me hold his quickly hardening cock, "I remember."

"And part of that," I added, "was that I agreed to let you come over here and see, touch and smell my panties all you liked. You can have free access to my lingerie drawer and to my worn panties. Do you remember me saying that?"

Ted's cock was hard now.... as hard as it was before I made him cum. I looked at it closely and then moved my other hand up to his shaft and stroked him a few times. He didn't answer me, but he moaned something that sounded like "Yes".

"I even told you," I continued, "I'd let you see me in my panties, right? And you promised you wouldn't masturbate yourself unless you were over here and did it in front of me. I didn't force you into any of it, right? You agreed to all of that on your own, isn't that correct?"

"Yes," he said, "I gave you my word on it. Everything, Sally, I gave you my word on all of it."

I stroked his cock fully now, moving both my hands up and down his glorious shaft, not trying to hide the fact that I was admiring and playing with his cock. While I stroked him, I said, "And, you understand that for me to help you get ready for Shannon's exam, you're going to have to do what I say? I'm going to see you dressed in panties, and I'm going to see you naked and even touch you. You knew what you were saying when you agreed to all of that, right?"

My hand was definitely jacking him off now, there was no doubt about it. I had a good grip on his erection and I moved it up and down steadily as I watched his face for an answer. When Ted didn't answer me, though, I withdrew my hand and stopped.

"You have to answer me, Teddy." I said. "You have to participate here. I'm not trying to embarrass you or talk down to you, but, if you want me to keep my side of the deal, then you have to, too."

"I know." Ted groaned. "I'm sorry. Yes, I knew what I was saying and I meant every word of it."

"Good." I replied. "Since that's settled I want to remind you that you promised me no more peeking or sneaking around looking at me. I'm going to let you see me, Teddy, but it's going to be right here – inside these walls, where we can do it together. You're going to be dressed in panties a lot and you're going to be naked a lot. I don't want you trying to hide yourself or cover yourself, is that clear? And I mean that, Teddy. No matter what. When you're here, you'll be in panties or you'll be naked."

"I understand." He said. 

"Very good." I said. "Now, the next thing is not going to be easy to discuss, but, it has to be done." I gripped his penis and slowly started to stroke him again, saying, "It's the way you peeked at me for probably the last fifteen years."

I told him straight away I wasn't necessarily mad at him for wanting to see me undressed or naked. Rather, I told him I was hurt – and I mean seriously hurt and he was the one that hurt me. 

I explained that his actions of repeatedly peeking at me in the bathroom was the ultimate invasion of my female privacy and made me feel betrayed by my own brother. I told him I knew he'd probably seen me on my period... changing pads and tampons, and going to the bathroom and doing things that were very private, especially for a girl. 

I told him not to mistake my hurt for embarrassment. I wasn't embarrassed my brother saw me naked, but it hurt me to know that he'd done this for such a long time, and all the while, I thought that bathroom was my private place.

So, as I stroked his cock, and made sure he understood the difference between being mad and being hurt, I said to him, "I think you owe me an apology, Teddy – a sincere one. I think you need to acknowledge how much you hurt me and ask for my forgiveness. It would be nice if you offered to make it up to me, but, that's something that has to come from you voluntarily."

I kept stroking his cock as I spoke, looking up at him to make sure he was paying attention, and when I finished speaking, I scooted closer to the edge of the bed – to where I was just mere inches from the tip of his cock. 

After a second, my brother did the right thing. And, his words were exactly what I wanted to hear.

"Sally," he began, "at the time I was doing it, I didn't realize how much it would hurt you. I was just a horny guy trying to catch my dream girl in her panties or naked so I could jack-off while I watched her. I never took into consideration that it might hurt you so badly, and I feel like an ass hole for doing it. I already gave you my word I'd never try to peek at you again, but, if there was a way I could make it up to you, or pay you back, I'd do it in an instant. Whatever it was, I'd do it, Sally. If there's some punishment I could take and then you'd completely forgive me, I'd gladly do that, too."

The words he just said meant the world to me. To him, when he gave his word on something – that was more than anyone could ever ask for. Even though my brother could really be an ass sometimes, he always kept his word, even if it meant hardship to himself. For Ted, a man always kept his word. Period.

"So," I asked, as I continued to stroke his cock, "if I agreed to completely, and forever, forgive you for fifteen years of peeking at me through the bathroom window, you'd agree that you deserve to be punished? And you'd go along with it? Whatever I said?"

"Yes." He answered. "If you forgave me and never held it over my head.... of course – I'd take whatever punishment you gave."

Ted's cock had grown to bone hard strength as I held it, and even though I knew I was distracting his train of thought, he managed to say exactly the words I wanted to hear. I knew his words were sincere and at that instant, I knew Ted would never spy on me again. 

And in that instant, for some unknown reason, I leaned forward and took the head of Ted's magnificent cock in my mouth and started to lick and suck him gently. It was like someone else was making the decisions for me and guiding my action. Maybe some force mysteriously pressed my head toward his erection – or something, but, the only thing I knew was that at one second I was looking at his cock and the next second, I was sucking it.

Then to my amazement, I reached around him and put my hands on his ass and pulled him closer to the bed so I could get more of his member in my mouth. I didn't give one thought to what I was doing and the fact that I'd crossed the line, and now for sure, I'd committed incest with my big brother. I didn't care about any of that – the only thing I cared about was having his cock in my mouth and now that it was, I was going to suck it for all I was worth.

I sucked it greedily, like a wanton woman – like a drug addict having a fix. I slobbered all over it, getting as much of it in my mouth as I could and then pulling back and repeating it all over again. I'm not sure how long I sucked him, maybe two or three minutes at the most, before I felt his hands on the back of my head, gently guiding me as I sucked the cock of my dreams. 

"Sally, wait!" He gasped urgently. "I'm getting close."

It was something about the way he said it that made me want to suck him even more. My first thought was "Fuck It!" and just keep doing what I was doing and let that wonderful cock explode in my mouth and let me drink his cum down. But then, somehow I remembered that Sara was going to be here in a while to deliver Ted's spanking and I remembered what she said about giving Ted a happy ending after his spanking.

So, I pulled off his cock and as quickly as I could, I grasped tightly at the base of his cock and looked up at him, waiting to see if I'd caught him in time to hold off his orgasm. After several seconds, I realized I must have been successful since he didn't start to ejaculate, but the look on Ted's face was one of absolute wonder and pleasure.

"Teddy," I exclaimed, "I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have done that!"

Ted's face was as serene as any time I'd ever seen him, but, I knew I shouldn't have sucked his cock like that. However, the fact that I did quickly solved all the incest questions in my mind and I knew now, without a shadow of a doubt that there was more to come.

"Look," I said to my brother, trying to compose myself and wipe the slobber from my mouth, "I accept your apology, Teddy. I know you meant it. And, if you'll agree you deserve to be punished, and I mean tonight – this very night.... when your punishment is over I'll finish what I just started and we'll never speak of the sneaking and peeping again."

I saw the momentary look of fear fill his eyes, but it gave way to a look of excitement and promise that I'd really finish sucking him off, and he simply said, "Okay, Sally, whatever you say."

"It's settled then." I said, standing up with him. "Let's get you in the shower, and we'll get your punishment done so we can get this behind us."

"What kind of punishment are we talking about, here?" Ted asked, nervously.

"A spanking." I said, looking directly at him as my hand reached down to lightly stroke his cock. "We'll just do it here, and once it's done, you'll be forgiven and it will be all over with. All the guilt and hurt will be gone forever."

When he started to act agitated with my answer, I held up my hand abruptly and said, "Teddy, you agreed you wouldn't question my methods. You have a chance to redeem yourself, be forgiven and get a bow job. Do you want that, or not?"

"Absolutely!" Ted said, immediately. "I want all three. I guess I can take a spanking. It's no big deal."

I couldn't help but smile and as I did, my brother smiled, too. I felt a little bad, knowing what was in store for him – what he'd have to endure during the spanking Sara was going to give him, but, I knew he'd live through it. And if nothing more, my hurt would be relieved, he'd be forgiven and I'd get another chance to have that beautiful cock in my mouth and feel it explode down my throat. I found myself wishing he wasn't my brother so I could have his powerful cock for myself – not only in my mouth, but in my pussy, too. 

"Come on." I said, tugging him by his erection out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. I stopped just short of the shower and reached in to turn the water on so I could let it run for a moment and warm up. Then, turning back to him, I grasped his cock again, and said, "When you get out of the shower, you can look through my lingerie drawer and pick out some panties to wear..... any ones you want. Would you like that?"

Ted broke into a huge smile and blushed. "Can I wear the silky, blue ones? The ones with the heart in the front?"

I had to smile at his request as I thought about him slipping those panties up his legs. There was no way his cock would fit in them, but, if that's what he wanted to wear, it was fine with me. "No problem." I answered. 

"This, though," I said, squeezing his cock, "isn't going to fit in those panties. But, you're totally welcome to look through all my panties and wear whatever you want."

His cock lurched and throbbed in my hand when he heard me say he could look through my lingerie and pick out the panties he wanted to wear. And as I felt his cock move, I had this undeniable urge to feel his cock in my mouth again. So, giving into the urge, I sank to my knees, grasped his cock with both my hands, and guided it to my mouth. 

I didn't care what he thought and I didn't care what it looked like. The only thing on my mind was having his cock in my mouth again. And for those few seconds as the shower water heated up, I feasted on his tool - rubbing it all over my face, licking my brother's sweet precum as it flowed from the tip and kissing up and down his shaft. 

Oh, how I wanted to keep sucking Ted's cock. It was so hard and strong, and it felt amazingly powerful in my mouth. He trembled and shook as I sucked him, enjoying the way I concentrated on his cock head and then took as much of his length in my mouth as I could. His sweet precum flowed liberally into my mouth and I was actually able to suck enough of it out of him to create a satisfying aftertaste as I licked my lips. But, I knew I had to make him wait. I had to give him a reward later, after his spanking, and as much as I wanted to be a total slut and devour his cock at that exact instant, I forced myself to stop.




The Doctor is In Ch. 05



"More later." I said, looking up at him as I smiled broadly. "If you take your spanking like a man, without complaining and do what you're told, I'll reward you by letting you look at me in my panties, sniff me and stroke yourself. When you're ready to cum, I'll suck that perfect cock of yours and let you finish in my mouth. How does that sound?"

Ted smiled down at me and I pushed him into the shower and closed the door behind him. "Wash everything," I said, through the door, "Take your time and call me when you're done so I can come in and dry you off."

"Okay." Ted answered back.

"Leave the bathroom door open, Teddy," I said, as I was about to leave, "and keep your hands away from your penis!"

I sat down at my kitchen table and thought what the next hour was going to hold. Before long, Ted would call out to me to tell me he was done in the shower and I'll go in the bathroom and dry him off. I'll see and touch his amazing cock again, and unless I'm careful, it'll find its way into my mouth and I'll have to suck it. I'll have to – there's just no getting around it. I won't let him cum, but if he gets hard on me while I'm drying him off, I'll have no choice other than to suck him. That's a fact I was sure of. 

It'll probably leak in my mouth again and I'll be forced to lap at the tip of his cock head to savor his sweet precum. I know it will be tough to do, but, I'll have to force myself, I thought.

Yeah, right. Force myself. Who was I kidding?

When I looked back at the last couple of hours, I knew my attitude and feelings about my brother had changed. He was no longer just my pain-in-the-ass brother. I'd gotten the upper hand, now – something I never had with Ted. He'd always been such a smart-ass and there were times in the past when I simply hated him.

Now, though, once he took his jeans off and I saw him in those panties for the very first time, everything changed. He was docile and considerate. He wasn't an ass, and to tell you the truth, I liked this Ted – the panty Ted much better.

Okay, I admit it was more than that. Seeing him standing in front of me in my old, yellow panties started a fire in me that has been all-consuming and out of control. I went from being a fed up, mad and angry sister to a cock hungry woman. It started with seeing him in his panties and noticing the change that came over him. Then his cock got hard.... and harder and harder until I couldn't ignore it anymore.

Before long, I was touching it, stroking it and finally, I sucked it.

"Gawd!" I said to myself, hanging my head in my hands as I thought about what I'd been doing. "My own brother...... I'm going to hell now, I know it."

And even though I knew what I'd been doing was wrong – probably just as wrong as what Ted had been doing for the last fifteen years, I couldn't stop myself. I'd even made plans to expose him to my friend, Sara, and let her spank him. Cleverly, I set the spanking up so I wouldn't end up being the bag guy – the one to spank him – the one to hurt him. I'll let her do that, and then I'll move in and be the person to make it all better for him. 

And, boy, would I make it all better.

Not only was I going to keep my promise and let him see me in my panties, but I was going to let him sniff me with my panties on. I could just see myself lying back on the couch in my living room with my legs pulled way back, holding his head against my pussy while he sniffed me. I'd let him stroke himself, if he wanted to, and maybe I'd even take my panties off and actually let him hold them in his hands while he looked at me. Yes, at my open pussy. My wet, excited, open pussy. 

Or, maybe I'd just suck him off while he sniffed my panties. There were so, so many options. Maybe I'll let him decide. 

But, one thing was for certain. After his spanking, I was going to pull out all the stops and reward my brother for his good behavior. I was going to go all out to please him and show him how nice I could be if he went along with the plan and was serious about changing his ways. But, most of all, I was going to make sure I was the one to bring him to his climax and unless something serious happened to change my plans, he was going to cum with his perfect cock in my mouth. There was going to be no more playing around. 

I didn't even care what Sara might do to tease him. She could touch him all she liked. I don't even care if she wants to suck him, herself. I surely wouldn't blame her if she does. Once she sees his cock, she might want it, too. But, he's only going to cum in one way – and that's in my mouth.

To be continued.



The Doctor is In Ch. 06



I sat at my kitchen table for about another fifteen minutes reflecting back on everything that had happened. I looked at the clock and knew my friend Sara was probably already on her way over here to spank my brother, Ted, for me. My best guess was that she'd be here in about thirty minutes. 

I told Sara on the phone to let herself in and wait in the kitchen. I knew I'd probably be with Ted, either drying him off after his shower or helping him look through my lingerie drawer to select which panties he wanted to wear after his shower. Then, before I brought him out to have his spanking, I'd need to have a talk with Ted to prepare him for the fact that Sara was going to be waiting in the kitchen, and she'd be the one to spank him. 

I didn't look forward to that conversation. There was a chance he'd just tell me to go to hell and walk out. But, I was going to tell him about Sara in such a way that I thought he might go through with it. And if he did, I'd reward him in a way that he'd never, ever forget.

But, make no mistake about it, Ted's ability to accept his punishment was a key factor in everything I had planned for him, and I was going to make that fact crystal clear to him. All he had to do is live through the next hour, at the most, and I'd reward him in such a wonderful way, he'd completely forget about Sara, and even the spanking. If it all turned out like I hoped it would, Ted and I would start immediately on our way to resolving his erection difficulties. Then, next Friday, hopefully we'd be ready for Shannon's fantasy doctor exam, where he'd be on his own. 

I really didn't have that much time before Shannon's fantasy exam -- just a handful of days. I needed to get him over the hump with his erection problems, and help him gain some confidence. I had a plan to do that, and with any luck, it would work. I'd have to monitor him and regulate his sexual excitement, and part of that was going to be cutting back his masturbation, and I had a plan specifically for that, too. All in all, given the short amount of time to get him ready to perform at Shannon's doctor visit, I felt I had the best plan possible. It all hinged on him doing the right thing tonight, taking his punishment fully, and taking it like the man I hoped my brother was becoming.

Just as I was sitting there, finally convincing myself that my plan was on track and I had a reasonable chance of pulling all this off, I was startled out of my wits when the phone rang. I about peed my pants as it broke the silence, jolting me back to the here and now.

"Hello?" I said.

"Sally, its Sara." She said, then quickly asked, "Hey, do you have a couple of large beach towels there?"

"Uh, yeah," I answered, "but, why?"

"I need them for the spanking." Sara replied quickly. "Can you set them out for me so we don't have to stop for them once you bring him in to me?"

"Okay." I said. "I'll do that now. But, hey....." I began to ask, "I'm just wondering.... how long is this going to take?"

"That depends on him." Sara said. "And you, I guess. I can have him in tears in three or four minutes, Sally. But, I'd say from the time I start to the time I leave, probably not more than twenty minutes. Is that too long?"

"No, no." I said, relieved it would be over so fast for Ted. "I was just wondering."

We didn't speak long, and after hanging up, I went to get two large beach towels from my hall closet and laid them on the kitchen table along with a note telling Sara to make herself at home when she arrived. Then, just as if Ted knew it was time, I heard my brother call me from the shower.

"Sally!" He yelled. "I'm ready to get out."

I cleared my head and took a deep breath knowing he'd be experiencing his first spanking since he was a kid in half an hour. As I made my way to the bathroom where Ted was waiting for me, I wondered how he'd react when I told him he was going to be spanked by a woman he didn't know, and dressed only in the panties he selected from my drawer. This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

When I got to the bathroom, my brother, Ted, was humming to himself as he stood under the hot water. 

"You sound like you're in a good mood!" I said, as I pulled open the door and peek in at him. He shook he water from his face and looked back at me. 

"I am in a good mood." Ted replied. "I haven't felt this good in a long time, Sally."

"How come?" I asked.

"I'm not really sure." Ted said with a smile on his face. "Most likely because you're not mad at me for all the things I did and because I don't have to hide the panty thing anymore. You probably don't understand."

"Oh, I think I do." I answered. "And, Ted," I added, "I've detected a changed in you since the truth came out, and I like it. I've got a feeling everything is going to turn around for you now."

I reached for a towel, took a step back and held it open, inviting him to step out of the shower. When he turned the water off and stepped out, I wrapped the towel around him from the front and held it to his body by wrapping my arms around him. There was something about that simple act that made me wish we hadn't been so combative the last several years, and as I held the towel around him and our faces were so close, I saw him looking at me in a way that made me feel good..... and warm.

I was a little embarrassed at the way I felt, but, it wasn't uncomfortable at all. And as I unwrapped the towel and bent down to dry off his feet and legs, his flaccid cock bobbed loosely between his legs. 

While I dried him, I watched it dangling there. Even soft, his cock was beautiful and for an instant, I wondered if Sara would want to suck it when she saw it. "Hmm," I said to myself, "I'd love to see that." But, immediately, I pushed that thought out of my mind. Not because I was jealous, or because I didn't want her to.... it was because I wanted his cum in my mouth. End of story. 

As I moved the towel up his legs, drying him, my face got so close to it, I could barely resist leaning in to kiss it. And, when I started to dry him off above his knees, he widened his stance, which brought his cock to a point where it was almost touching my nose, and that's all it took.

All I had to do is open my mouth and the head of his soft penis was magically between my lips, and it only took a quick suck to draw his cock deeper into my mouth. Since he wasn't hard, I was able to capture his whole cock easily, and as I buried my nose in my brother's still damp pubic hair, the excitement that filled me was indescribable. Then suddenly, I felt him starting to grow hard in my mouth. I can't relate the feeling I got knowing his beautiful penis was getting hard in my mouth, and I knew I needed to enjoy it while I could because it would soon be so big, I wouldn't be able to contain it.

I looked up at Ted and he was looking down at me, watching me suck him. I couldn't remember at that exact time how many times I'd had his cock in my mouth in the last two hours, and for an instant, I felt ashamed of myself for the wanton way I was using him to feed my own desires. 

Now, don't get confused here. I'm not in love with my brother, and I don't want to have his children or figure out some way to marry him and live happily ever after -- it's not like that. It's his cock. 

I just wanted his cock. And it didn't matter to me that I'd crossed the line many times tonight on the way to getting what I wanted. So, during those few seconds when I struggled with the reality that I was once again performing oral sex on my big brother, I accepted the fact that I wasn't going to be satisfied with just seeing his cock, or touching it, or sucking it. I knew I was going to have to feel it inside me -- I knew I was going to have to fuck him. 

Honestly, I didn't care if he fucked me back, or not. I just wanted to feel him in me.... feel that strong tool entering between my lips and sliding deeply into my vagina. The way I pictured it in my mind, I'd be on top of him and I'd just ride him until I passed out from exhaustion or until he got too soft to stay inside me. Either way, I knew myself well enough to know it was going to happen, and at the rate my desire was growing, it would probably happen soon. 

I know darn good and well a sister shouldn't touch, suck or fuck her brother's cock. But, I'm a realist and I know I can't just stop now after already touching and sucking. It's going to happen -- I'm going to fuck him. I'd gladly let him take the choice away from me -- he could bend me over the bed, rip my shorts off, pull my panties down and I'd gladly spread my legs and open myself up for him. If he makes the move, then I won't have to. But, I'm going to feel his cock in me. Thank goodness for birth control pills. 

"You look beautiful, Sally." He said as he gently put his hands on the back of my head and stroked his fingers through my hair as I sucked his tool. I waited with breathless anticipation for him to press on the back of my head, forcing me down on his member, but, he didn't. I was wishing he would, though, as I would have loved to feel his strong hands making me take him deep in my mouth. Maybe that would help reduce some of the guilt I should have felt, but didn't. 

When his cock finally grew to full strength and I found myself holding it at the base with one hand while I bobbed up and down on him, I forced myself to stop. I didn't want to stop, but I knew every minute I stayed on my knees in front of him, worshipping his cock, was one more minute closer to the time Sara would arrive to punish him. I had to stop so I could spend a few minutes with my brother preparing him for what was going to happen.

Standing up, I held his cock in my hand and looked up at him. "Teddy," I said softly, "I don't want you to get the wrong idea about us, okay?"

"I didn't plan any of this. You know that." I explained. "When you came over, all I wanted to do was talk to you about Shannon's fantasy. Then, you got me all upset and the next thing I know you were standing in front of me wearing my own panties."

"Teddy," I went on, "the sight of you in those panties did something to me and before I knew it, I was looking at you sexually. Then, I saw your penis, and touched it and before I knew what was happening, I wanted it. Now, I still want to help you with your erection problem, and I'm going to do that, but, I need you to tell me you're okay with what I'm doing..... I mean, the way I've been touching you and, uh.... sucking you and whatever else might happen."

My brother looked away for a second and then looked back at me, saying, "You remember when I told you I'd been peeking at you for fifteen years?" He asked.

"Uh huh." I answered.

"During those fifteen years, I used you as my sexual fantasy girl. Your body turned me on every time I saw it..... and the smell inside your panties turned me on. I used you for fifteen years, Sally, jacking off two or three times a day -- using you. I used you to ignite every sexual thought and every orgasm I ever had. But, I always felt guilty about it. That is," he paused, as he looked down at me, "until tonight."

"I treated you so cheaply for years and once everything came out tonight, and I saw you weren't mad at me, I felt so relieved." Ted said. "And the way I see it, if I can use you as my sexual fantasy girl for fifteen years and you can still find it in your heart to forgive me, then I can allow you what ever you need right now. So, feel free. I owe you this. Plus, if you haven't figured it out yet, what you've been doing tonight has done wonders for my ego. I've never had this many hard-ons in one day and as long as we both know we're providing something the other one needs, I'll be okay with it."

Once again, Ted said exactly what I needed, and wanted to hear. 

"We're clear then, right?" I asked. "This is just me helping you out with what you need, and in return you're helping me out with what I need, right?"

"Exactly." My brother said, as he smiled at me. "Whatever happens, what ever we do, it's just between us. No apologies and no permission required."

I smiled back at Ted, and I took his words as his official stamp of approval to go ahead with my plans, plus anything I wanted to do with his cock. And with that quick conversation, all the guilt that was building inside me seemed to vanish and I felt free and clear to enjoy myself completely and in every way with my brother's cock. 

Smiling at him throughout the task, I dried Ted off well; even drying his hair with my hair dryer. After a few minutes, I reached down to wrap my fingers around his still hard cock and playfully pulled him into my bedroom. As I did, my heart began to thump and when I looked at the clock by my bed, I realized Sara would be there in five to ten minutes, at the most. Then, turning to my brother, I giggled and reached over to open my lingerie drawer.

"Here you go, just as I promised." I said to Ted. "All my panties are in this drawer. From now on, you can wear anything in here your heart desires." 

Ted got a big smile on his face and took a step toward the drawer and looked down inside it. As he feasted his eyes on all my panties, I moved up next to him and again reached out to hold his cock in my hand. "I'll start saving all my worn panties for you, too, Teddy, and you can have any of them when ever you want. You won't have to sneak around any more. I'll make it easy for you, I'll keep them all in one place. You won't have to ask, you can just take them."

Ted's eyes were almost glazed over as he listened to me and peered inside my panty drawer. "I'm guessing you like the silky kind the most." I said, pointing to where they were folded. I took a few seconds to show him how I separated them out and he actually seemed happy and interested in my explanation. Hesitantly, he reached in and looked through the stacks of folded panties. It was fun watching him -- he looked like a little kid at a toy store looking at a shelf of new toys on display just for him. 

Based on what he said earlier, I expected him to look for the little blue ones with the heart on the front, and I think that's what he intended, too. But, as he was looking through all the different styles and colors of panties, he seemed to keep touching a pair of new boy shorts I bought just last week. They were a blend of nylon and spandex, and I bought them specifically because they were stretchy and soft, and because they had a tiny ruffle around the leg holes that I thought was cute. I actually bought three pairs, that day: pink, red and white. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him touch and feel the fabric between his fingers. 

"Hmm," I said, softly as I leaned into him, "personally, I'd say the white ones." He looked down at me and I smiled up at him. "Unless you'd rather try the pink or red ones." I said, giggling. "It doesn't matter to me. Pick whatever you want."

He took my suggestion, and as he lifted the white boy shorts out of the drawer and then closed it up, I took them and knelt down in front of him and held them open. "Come on," I urged him, "don't get embarrassed on me now..... at least let me put them on you."

Ted started to blush and then picked up one foot and stepped into the panties. As soon as the other foot went in, I slowly pulled them up his legs and onto his hips and stepped back to see how they looked. 

The stretchy spandex material hugged him perfectly and believe it or not, the boy shorts almost covered his erection. Smiling, I reached over to slip my hand down inside them and then gently moved his cock to the side and readjusted the waistband of the panties. He had a huge bulge poking out, but, all of his cock was held inside the material. 

"How's that?" I asked.

Again, Ted blushed, and as I patted the bulge in the front of my brother's panties, we smiled at each other. 

"Let's talk for a minute." I said, taking my brother's hand and pulling him to the bed. Then, sitting down next to him, I turned and looked at him for a few seconds. "You know what's going to happen next, right?"

"The spanking?" He asked, cautiously.

I nodded my head up and down and watched him for his reaction. After a few seconds, I said, "Teddy, you said you wouldn't question what I asked of you or my methods, remember?"

"I know." He answered.

"So," I added, "if I'm only going to punish you once for fifteen years of bad behavior, that punishment has to be more than just a light spanking. It needs to be more severe than that. Does that make sense to you?"

I reached out to put my hand on top of his and said, "Teddy, what you did was hurtful to me in the most private way a female can be hurt. I'm willing to completely forgive you and never speak of it again if you take your spanking without complaining. That means you have to do exactly what you're told and take it like a man all the way until it's over. Will you do that for me?" 

I could see the beginnings of fear in Ted's eyes. I knew very well how hard my Dad could spank, and I think my brother was finally realizing he was in for it. I used the word 'Severe', and when I did, I felt his hand flinch. Years ago, I'd heard him scream and cry when Dad spanked him, and I'm sure he was reliving those days in his head as I spoke.

"Listen to me." I said, shaking his hand and then squeezing it until he looked at me. "All you have to do is get through it. It's not going to be easy, I'll be honest with you about that. It's probably going to hurt like hell, and I mean that, Teddy. Please don't think this is going to be a walk in the park, because I promise you it won't be. But, it has to be this way if you want me to totally forgive you."

"If you do the right thing..... if you do what you're told and stick it out until the very end," I continued, "I'll reward you when it's over, just like I said I would. And from now on, we'll be able to help each other like we talked about before, you know.... sexually, and you'll even be able to see me naked without sneaking around. This is the first step in your training, Teddy. We have to get the hurt and mistrust out of the way before we can do anything else. So, right now, I need to hear you tell me you understood everything I said and you're willing to take the punishment. You have to say it to me..... because if you back out once the spanking starts, I'll never be able to trust you again -- not as long as I live."

Then, I simply looked up at him and waited for his answer.

"You.... uh.....," he stuttered as he began to answer, "You're trying to warn me this is going to be one hell of a spanking, aren't you?"

"Yes, Teddy." I replied, "That's exactly what I'm doing. I don't want you to think I lied to you or led you on about anything. But, look, it will be over quickly. I promise you're not going to be beaten or bruised, or anything like that. It's gonna hurt, though, and that's the honest truth. I've got some lotion to put on your butt when it's over, and that will make you feel much better very quickly. Plus, I'm going to forgive you and reward you when we're done. That is...... if you take it like a man."

I could see the look of futility overtake him, and at that very instant I knew he was going to go through with it. "Okay," Ted said, "I've got it coming, I know it, and I appreciate you being honest with me and warning me. I'll take it like a man, Sally. I promise. No complaining and no back talk." 

I smiled at Ted and leaned over to hug him. "Thank you." I whispered in his ear. "This means a lot to me."

"Now," I said, as I pulled back out of the hug, "there's just one more thing I need to tell you, and, I hope this isn't going to change your mind about anything."

The look that filled my brother's face was one of apprehension and anxiety. "One more thing you need to tell me?" He said, cautiously.

"Look," I said, glancing up into his eyes, "I just couldn't be the one to spank you, Teddy. I can't bring myself to do it, so..... uh..... I asked my friend, Sara, if she could do it and she said she would."




The Doctor is In Ch. 06



Ted's eyebrows immediately jumped up and I felt him pull his hand back. He leaned away from me and immediately started to shake his head.

"No way." Ted said, as he shook his head forcefully. "No fucking way, Sally!"

"Teddy!" I exclaimed. "Shhh! Keep your voice down and just wait a minute!" I said as I got up and closed the bedroom door quickly so Sara wouldn't hear us talking."

"Don't be so loud!" I said, standing in front of my brother with my hands on my hips. "She's already here. Just give me a minute to explain, would you?"

I started out by explaining to my brother how I simply couldn't be the one to spank him. I told him I trusted Sara and I knew she'd keep it a secret so that only the three of us would ever know. I assured him I'd be there and stay by his side the whole time, and I'd make sure he wasn't mistreated in any way. 

Ted wasn't happy about this turn of events, at all. In fact, I think it's fair to say he was pretty pissed off. But, after a few minutes I calmed him down and once I explained things, he didn't seem as angry with me. 

"But, I get to be dressed, right?" He asked. "You're not going to let her spank me like this, are you? In your panties?" 

"No," I answered, "you're not putting your clothes on. In fact, if you look around, you'll see your clothes are gone.... they're not even in here any more, Teddy. I took them out and hid them after your examinations were over. All you have is your panties...... that's it and that's how you're going to be spanked."

"But, don't worry about it." I said immediately. "She already knows you're only going to be wearing panties, and she's fine with it. And, like I said, this will be kept private..... just between the three of us."

Ted sat before me a wrecked man. The happiness that was in his face after the shower and while he was picking out his panties was now gone. He stared silently at his feet and kept shaking his head back and forth. I bent down in front of him and reached out to take his hands in mine.

"Teddy, look at me." I said, trying to coax his eyes up from he floor. "Come on, look at me." I asked again.

When he did, I reminded him he gave me his word not to question my methods and told him how much I'd respect him if we went through with it. I promised him it would be over quickly, and then Sara would leave immediately. There wouldn't be any laughing or name calling and he wasn't going to be persecuted for wearing panties or because he was being spanked. All he had to do was buck up, walk in there with me, take his spanking and it would be all over forever.

Ted started fidgeting with his hands, something I've seen him do many times when he was nervous or agitated, and I could see he wanted to say something, but was hesitating for some reason.

"What is it, Teddy?" I asked. "Do you want to say something?"

"What if....." he replied, "what if I, you know, get hard, or something in front of her."

"Teddy, first of all, Sara's a nurse so she's seen naked men before and knows all about erections. Second of all, you probably will get hard, but you have a beautiful penis and there's no reason you should be anything other than proud of it. Third of all," I said, as I looked up into his eyes, "she's spanked men before and she's seen men in panties before. Let's just go in there and get it over with. I promise -- less than thirty minutes from now it will all be over, she'll be gone and you'll be getting your reward. You want that don't you? To get your reward, I mean?"

I could see the dilemma in my brother's eyes. But, I knew he'd go through with it. He didn't want to, but, he had no other choice. After all, I really did hide his clothes, so he didn't have anything to wear other than his panties. I was completely honest with him about Sara, the spanking, and everything else. All we needed was an answer from him. 

"Please, Teddy. Let's get this over with." I said softly, standing up to put my arms around him. "You gave me your word you would do it. It will all be over in less than thirty minutes, I promise."

"Okay." He answered, so softly I could barely hear it. And as soon as he said it, I pulled back from my hug and put my hand on his cheek. "It's for the best, Teddy." Then, bending down in front of him, I adjusted his panties so they looked perfect, pulled the back down over his perfect ass and smoothed them out. Then standing, I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Ready?" I said. "Let's go do this."

Ted nodded his head up and down, and with that I took him by the hand, walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and pulling him behind me, we walked silently down the hall toward the kitchen.

Every step I took down that short hallway brought us closer and closer to something I knew was going to hurt my big brother, but, it had to be done. It was one of the most important parts in changing Ted's behavior and I knew if he went through with it, he'd be happy he did. Not only because he'd get to be Shannon's fantasy doctor, but also because he'd get a terrific reward and be able to live out all his fantasies and desires with me if he did. And, as we got a step or two away from the kitchen doorway, I stopped and turned to look at him, whispering, "When we go in here, show me how brave you can be. If you do, you won't regret it. That's something I can give you MY word on."

Then, smiling at him and reaching down to playfully squeeze his cock, I pulled him into the kitchen. 

Sara was sitting at the kitchen table and she stood up, pleasantly smiling as we entered. I looked at the way Sara was dressed, and I was happy she dressed nicely. She's a very petite girl, and unlike me, she's quite voluptuous on top. She was dressed in a short jean skirt, cute sandals and a tight orange t-shirt that showed more cleavage than I could ever hope to have. 

I saw her glance down at Ted's panties as she saw him, but it wasn't a long, lingering stare, and I appreciated the fact she didn't make my brother feel uncomfortable about the way he was dressed my staring at him for a long time. 

She took a few steps toward us and stuck out her hand to Ted. "Hi." She said. "I'm Sara. You must be Sally's friend, Ted." Surprisingly enough, Ted reached out his hand and very politely said, "Yes, I'm Ted. Nice to meet you, Sara."

I prepared myself for an awkward moment where we all looked at each other in silence wondering what to do next, but, as soon as they finished shaking hands, Sara took control of everything.

"Ted," she said, as we stood there together, "Sally asked me to come over and do this because she couldn't do it herself and didn't know who else to ask. So, before we go any further, I want you to know that I'm not judging anyone, I'm not making assumptions about anything and as far as I'm concerned, what ever happens here is private between the two of you, so you don't have to worry about me saying anything to anyone about what happens here tonight."

Sara looked at me, then back at my brother and I said, "Thanks, Sara. We really appreciate you saying that, don't we, Ted."

Ted was actually handling this pretty well so far, and when he smiled a little and said, "Thank you," I started to feel like we were off to a good start. 

"Now," Sara continued, "let's see what we have here." She pulled a chair away from the kitchen table, turned the chair around so it faced us and sat down in it. As she sat, her legs separated a little and I could easily see her white panties under her short skirt, and I was sure Ted could see them, too. 

Sara held out her hands and motioned for Ted to move forward. "Step closer Ted." She said. When he only took one step, Sara looked up at me and then up at Ted. "Closer, please." She said nicely, reaching out and pulling him right in front of her, almost to the point where his legs were touching her knees. 

"If you co-operate and play along, we can get this done pretty quickly, Ted." Sara said to him. "Now, put your hands on your hips and leave them there. Don't move them. Understand?" 

The tone in Sara's voice was pleasant, but, firm. She wasn't being harsh, but, I got the feeling she could be if she was pushed. Ted looked at me, and I nodded my head to him, indicating he should do as she asked. Then, obediently, Ted moved his hands to hips and relaxed.

Without saying another word or asking permission, Sara reached up to the waistband of Ted's panties and whisked them down to his knees. "I just need to check you for any pre-existing injuries, scratches or bruises, Ted. Be still and don't move." She said without looking at either Ted or I.

My heart fluttered as she reached out and took his penis in her hand and moved it all around as she inspected it. While she looked at him, she said, "I've spanked a lot of men, Ted, so you don't have to be worried about getting an erection in front of me. It happens almost every time, so don't be embarrassed if you get hard. But, I won't be happy if you ejaculate, so, if you get the feeling you're getting too excited, I suggest you say something before it's too late. Am I clear on that?"

My brother tried to speak, and after he cleared his throat, he simply said, "Yes." 

I was amazed to see my brother's cock starting to get hard, but when I looked closer at the way Sara was holding him, it made sense. She wasn't just holding his penis as she looked at it, she was rhythmically squeezing him, intentionally trying to arouse him and get his cock hard. I smiled to myself as I watched her do it, hoping she'd bring his wonderful cock to life and I'd get to see her play with it. 

I wasn't disappointed, either. She kept at it, and soon his cock was hard, pointing toward the ceiling and she delicately stroked him. Sara looked at him closely, leaning in to within a few inches of his straining tool. 

"Turn to the right." Sara instructed him, without any emotion in her voice. She kept her left hand on his cock, and kept lightly stroking him and squeezing him as he turned. She leaned around him and looked at his left butt cheek, bringing her free hand up and gently touching his ass as if she was inspecting him there, too. All the while, the hand on his cock kept moving slowly up and down his hard member. 

"Turn to the left, now." Sara said, deftly switching hands to grasp his cock with her right hand so she could inspect his other cheek with her left hand. I noticed she started to stroke him faster with her right hand..... she'd jack him for a few seconds and then she'd stop, repeating that same cycle every few seconds as she looked him over.

"Okay, almost done." She said, as she let go of his erection. "Face away from me now."

When he did, Sara looked up at me and mouthed the words, "Nice cock" and smiled a huge grin at me, knowing full well Ted couldn't see what she was doing. Then, giving me the 'thumbs up' sign, she looked down at Ted's butt.

"Sally," she said, in her monotone voice, "I need you to hold his penis and testicles away from his body for a few seconds." Surprised, I looked at her and she was smiling up at me from her chair, nodding her head for me to do it. So, reaching over between Ted's legs, I took hold of his now throbbing cock with my left hand and reached under it with my right to gently cradle his balls in my hand.

"Bend over, Ted." She said. "I need to check between your cheeks."

"What?" Ted asked. "Are you serious?"

"Please don't make me ask again." Sara simply replied. "I have to make sure you don't have any injuries. You've been good so far," Sara added, "please don't make this any more difficult than it already is. Just bend over."

Ted bent over, but, as he did, he took his hands off his hips to balance himself. "Hands on your hips, please." Sara immediately instructed him, then adding, "And, I need you to bend over some more."

Ted bent over a little more and I held his cock and balls up against his belly. Sara reached out and pulled his butt cheeks apart and looked between them. "I still can't see well enough." Sara said. "Please bend over more." She asked, "Bend over far enough that you can see my knees, Ted. That should do it."

Again, Ted bent lower, and I could tell he was trying to cooperate. I stooped down myself to make holding his cock and balls easier as he bent over, and sure enough, Ted was now bent over far enough to look between his own legs and see Sara's knees. But, that's not all he could see.

Sara had mischievously spread her legs as she sat in the chair, and Ted had a perfect view up her skirt and I knew he was looking at her panties again. "Damn," I said to myself, "she's good at this."

Sara finally told him to hold it right there, and as she reached up to spread his cheeks again, I saw her legs open a little more. I'm sure he could see the entire crotch panel of her panties, now, and as she looked between his cheeks for a few moments, I felt my brother's cock twitch as he looked directly up her skirt.

"Turn around and face me now." Sara said.

I let go of my brother's balls and his erection, and pulled my hands back as he stood up and turned around.

Then, looking directly at me, and not at Ted, she told me she didn't see any injuries or any reason we couldn't move ahead. "Alright," I answered, "let's get it over with, then."

Calmly, she reached out to the panties that were at my brother's knees and pulled them up the same way I had, slowly and carefully, but she left the head of his cock poking out the top of the panties. 

Then, she looked up at him and quite matter of factly, said, "Ted, I don't know what you've read, or what you know about adult spanking, but, I don't believe in counting swats, or humiliation, or any of that BDSM stuff. In a minute, I'm going to put you in position and I'm going to spank you until Sally stops me. It won't affect me one iota if you scream, cry or beg me to stop. If you move out of position, I'm just going to step back and stop, and it'll be between you and Sally if I continue or leave."

Then looking at me and then back to my brother, Sara asked, "Do you both understand what's going to happen?"

Ted nodded, bashfully, and I told her I understood.

"Okay, then," Sara said, as she stood up and looked at Ted, "Take your panties off and hand them to me." 

I'm pretty sure my brother knew he was only moments away from getting his swats, and I watched as he pushed his panties down and stepped out of them. He was nervous, I know, and I watched his breathing rate carefully as he stood up all the way and handed his panties to Sara.

I watched curiously as she kneeled down in front of him and asked me to hold his erection straight out in front of him. Since he was so hard, I simply put my hand on the head of his cock and pressed down on it until his cock stuck out level with the floor. 

"Perfect." Sara said. "Just hold it there for a few seconds."

Then, I watched her wrap his panties around the base of his cock and tie them in a loose knot around his shaft. As she stood up, she said it wasn't uncommon for males to leak when they were spanked, explaining that tying a pair of panties at the base of his penis should avoid any embarrassment. "It's for his own dignity," Sara explained, "just be careful when you undo them. There's usually a good amount of leakage in there."

Finally, she turned to my brother and said, "Ted, I don't know you at all, and we may never meet again. I don't know what you did to deserve being spanked, but, I don't want you to hate me for being the one that spanks you. I've treated you with complete respect and honor so far and I expect you to treat me the same in return."

Sara walked around Ted and I, right up to the kitchen table. We watched as she picked up the large beach towels, unfolded them and then refolded them to her liking. She laid the towels out, one on top of the other and then asked me to get the tissues and the aloe lotion. 

Both she and Ted watched silently as I took the few steps across the kitchen to pick up a full box of tissues and then reach into a cabinet to find the bottle of aloe lotion I kept for sunburns. Walking back to them, I stood next to my brother and handed them both to her. 

She took the aloe lotion and set it at the far edge of the kitchen table and told me to use it liberally on his butt cheeks, being very careful as I did it, right after the spanking. "Believe me," Sara said, looking directly at Ted, "that stuff works wonders after being spanked. If you put it on immediately, I swear your butt will feel better in five minutes or less."

Then, Sara reached out and pulled several tissues out of the tissue box and handed them to my brother. "You're probably going to need these. It's going to sting, and it's no shame to cry, Ted. I've seen the biggest, strongest men you can ever image cry while being spanked, so it's okay if you do, too. It doesn't mean you're a baby if you cry, Ted."

And, without waiting another second, she put her arms around Ted's waist and moved him up to the kitchen table. "When I tell you, I want you to bend down and put your forearms on these towels, Ted. The padding will keep you from hurting your elbows and wrists, so keep your hands and arms on top of the towels. Don't rise up, don't move and don't get angry. It will go much faster if you force yourself to stay just like that and let it happen."

Sara looked at me, and asked me if I had any questions. I told her I didn't, and then she turned to Ted and asked him the same thing. I could see fear in Ted's eyes and when he didn't answer, Sara looked back at me and told me to put him in position.

I moved behind my brother and guided him a little closer to the table. With my hands on his waist, I whispered up to him to be brave and told him it would be over very soon. Then, I put my hand on his back and gently pushed him down until he bent on his own, resting his forearms on the thick towels with his hands in front of him. 

The height of the table and the position he was in was perfect for receiving a spanking, and I could see that Sara knew exactly what she was doing, probably from years of experience. I helped Ted move around and get comfortable, adjusting his arms and his feet until he said he felt stable. 

When I looked up, Sara was standing there with a black, leather covered paddle in her hand. It was about twelve inches long in total length, and probably four inches wide.... and it looked very sturdy. 

Holding the paddle so my brother wouldn't see it if he looked back at us, Sara motioned me over to the right side of Ted's body and told me to reach down and circle my fingers around the very top of his scrotum. "If he moves," she whispered over to me, "you pull. Got it?"

I nodded and reached down, wrapping my fingers around his ball sack as she said. Then, I glanced up to look at Ted, and as soon as I did, I heard this tremendous 'Slap' that thundered and echoed through the room, forcing Ted's body to lurch forward, and he let out a yell that was nothing less frightening.

"Fuck!" My brother screamed. He tried to rise up, but, Sara's hand was on his back to keep him down. Almost immediately, I saw her swing and hit him again. She pulled the paddle way back and in a strong, forceful, manner, guided the paddle to his butt a third time.

Just like the first swat, Ted lurched when he felt the sting of the second and third swat. I felt him try to back away from the table after the third one, so I tightened my grip on his balls and thankfully, he went back into position. Then, again, I heard the 'Slap' and Ted howled out loud in a mournful, pitiful manner.

I had no idea little, petite Sara could spank this hard or deliver the swats this fast. In the space of fifteen seconds, she'd already hit him four times, and, I don't care what anyone says, small or not, she hit him hard, and I mean damn hard.

Again, I heard the sound of leather against flesh, and in a panic, I looked back at Ted's butt, expecting to see welts or bleeding or something, but, instead I saw five small areas of pink, each one maybe four inches wide, three on one side and two on the other. 




The Doctor is In Ch. 06



Sara saw me looking and quickly pointed to a spot at the bottom of his left butt cheek and then reared back and let him have it again. Sure enough, she'd hit her target exactly and as I watched, she swung again and hit the exact same spot on the other cheek. 

By now, the pink from the previous swats had turned to red, and I could see she placed the swats perfectly so they didn't overlap. Damn, I was impressed. After the seventh swat, I looked up at my brother and his head was hanging down between his arms. His face was contorted, his eyes were squinted and he was biting his lower lip in pain. 

"Teddy?" I said softly. "You okay?"

He turned his head to look at me when he heard me call his name, and just as he did, Sara unloaded another swat. Ted's face convulsed and he yelped like a wounded dog. I felt his legs start to tremble and then all of a sudden, Ted let out his breath and along with it, my brother began to cry. 

He wasn't faking it, either. He was gasping for air and trying to catch his breath and sobbing all at the same time. Tears began to stream down his face, and as another swat hit his poor butt, I realized I couldn't take any more of this. I couldn't let this go on. Sara warned me it would sting and hurt like hell, and I could tell from the way Ted was yelping and crying, she was right. 

Ted was openly and outright crying... his nose was running profusely, tears were flooding from his eyes and his face was a deep crimson color. He looked up at me and I could see in his eyes that he was begging me to put a stop to it. I glanced back at Sara, and I think she knew he'd had enough, too. She hunched her shoulders and looked at me, as if she wanted to know if she could continue, or not.

I held my hand up, shaking my head from side to side and then looked down at my brother's ass. Sara leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "He's had enough, Sally." She said. "I'm going to go ahead and let myself out. Get that aloe on him immediately, and Sally," she added, "he did fine, would you tell him that for me? Tell him I said he did good and he was brave."

I whispered back I would tell him what she said, and she told me not to worry about him. "He'll be fine. If you use the lotion right away, most of the sting will be gone in a few minutes and the only thing that will be bruised is his ego, and if you reward him well enough, even his ego will heal pretty quickly."

Then, as I watched, Sara reached for her purse, stuck the black paddle down inside it and walked to my front door and left without looking back. It hadn't been more than a minute since the last swat and she was already gone, leaving me alone with my crying, broken brother bent over my kitchen table. 

"Teddy," I said, leaning down to him, "It's over now. She's gone."

I thought the knowledge that Sara was gone would make him feel better, but, as soon as I said it, his body went limp and he began to cry and sob uncontrollably, much worse than before. He was huffing and puffing as he leaned against the table, trying to hold himself up, and once again, my heart went out to him and I struggled with what I was doing. 

Quickly remembering the lotion, I reached for it and squeezed a handful of the thick, green lotion into the palm of my hand and carefully began to apply it to his red buns. Lightly and gently, I covered his poor, flaming ass with the salve, and when I thought I covered it, I realized it had already been absorbed, so I squeezed out another handful and started over again. 

I didn't realize it at first, but, Ted's sobbing had died down. He was whimpering, but his legs had stopped shaking and when I glanced up at him from behind, he was wiping his eyes and his nose with the tissues Sara gave him. 

"Please, Teddy," I said, "stay like you are for a minute and let me put this lotion on you."

I went back to work covering his butt cheeks a second and then a third time with the aloe lotion. Each time I covered him, his sniffling and whimpering got less and less, and by the third coating, he was wiping his eyes dry and blowing his nose, but he wasn't crying anymore.

The redness on my brother's ass had dissipated and all I could see were some pink blotches that appeared to be evenly spaced across his buttocks. I was more amazed than ever at Sara's ability to spank Ted so effectively and so precisely. She never hit him twice in the same place and from the way my brother reacted to his ordeal, she knew exactly what to expect and exactly what to do. And sure enough, just as Sara said it would be, his cock was now soft.

By the time Sara had been gone five minutes and I'd applied three coats of aloe on Ted's tender butt, he seemed to be almost completely recovered. I leaned over next to him and he looked at me. "It's over, Teddy." I said.

"Now, you're completely forgiven for what you did and we never have to talk about it again." I added. 

"Sara said you did really good, Teddy, and I think that means something because she's spanked a lot of men. She said you were brave." I went on. "And I'm so proud of you..... I know that must have been so hard to go through."

I reached for a tissue and wiped the last traces of tears away from Ted's eyes and kissed his cheek lightly. Then smiling at him as we both looked at each other, I said, "You've earned your reward, big brother. Just tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. No questions asked...... anything you want."

The look on Ted's face changed and despite what he'd been through, I could see the thought of being sexually rewarded cheered him up.

"The panties I have on are drenched, Teddy." I whispered into his ear. "Seriously, they are sopping wet. Do you want them? Do you want to look at them? Do you want to sniff them? Want me to touch myself for you? Want me to get naked, or suck you off, or what? Please tell me what I can do for you."

Not wanting to wait, and unable to have any patience at all, I grabbed his hand and stood him up. Seeing his panties, which Sara had tied around the base of his perfect cock, I knew they'd have to come off for his reward, so I got down on my knees and held his soft cock in front of me. Remembering what Sara said about leaking, I carefully untied the panties while pinching him off, and when the panties were loose, I simply dropped them on the floor and scooted up close to him and took his flaccid penis in my mouth.

Then, unsure of what would happen, I released my fingers pinching off his penis and was surprised to feel a large amount of his precum flow freely into my mouth. There was a ton of it, and as it flowed out of him, I sucked it up, twirled it around in my mouth with my tongue, and finally, I swallowed. When I took this tool out of my mouth, the aftertaste of him precum overtook me and I devoured his cock, feeling it grow hard again as I sucked, licked and kissed his perfect package. I remained on my knees for several minutes, until his cock was completely hard, and then I lost all ability to be considerate and understanding of what he wanted for a reward. "Fuck that!" I said to myself. "I've waited too long."

I stood up and without saying a word to my brother, I pulled him by the hand into my living room and stopped in front of the couch. Looking straight into his eyes, I put my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and I shoved them all the way down and stepped out of them. "Look at me." I said.

Pulling my shirt up to just beneath my breasts, I stood in front of my brother in just my panties. His eyes were riveted to my crotch, and I could see him staring at me. His hand went to his cock and he began to stroke himself. "Oh, Gawd," I moaned out loud, "Teddy, please don't make yourself cum, okay?" I begged.

His eyes never left my panties, and I proudly stood on display in front of him for several minutes, just letting him look at me. Finally, I shuffled my feet apart and traced my fingers over my panty encased pussy and he stared at me in disbelief and wonder. He came a step closer and watched intently, and as the minutes clicked by, I put on a show for him, displaying myself lewdly and rubbing my pussy over my panties while I watched him fist his incredible cock. 

As he watched, I moved slowly to the couch and sat down. He followed me, staying two or three feet away, stroking his cock as he watched me. Then, scooting my butt as close to the edge of the couch as I could, I boldly lifted my legs, put my heels on the edge of the cushion and let my legs fall completely open, giving him a perfect view of my pantied pussy, wide open for him to see.

He was jacking himself faster now, and as he did it, the fire in me got hotter and hotter. "Get on your knees in front of me." I said, almost breathless. "Put your head between my legs, Teddy, and smell my panties."

In a daze, he got down on his knees and carefully bent in, nose first and stopped when he was about three inches from my pussy. "Just tell me what you want, Teddy." I said again. "Want me to take these off for you? You can see my pussy and smell my panties at the same time if you want to." I panted.

Again, there was no answer from my brother. He just kept on stroking himself and staring between my legs. My right hand fell between my legs, and I traced up and down between my labia while he watched. My panties, already drenched, were stuck to my skin and as I drug my fingers up and down my lips, they stayed inside the folds of my labia and I could feel and hear Ted's excitement as he watched me touch myself. I felt amazingly sexy and happy with myself for letting him look at me being so nasty. 

Slowly, I reached forward and put my hands around his neck and pulled his face right into me, moving his head until I felt his nose directly adjacent to my vaginal opening. On his own, he began to move his head up and down, rubbing his nose between my lips -- up over my clitoris and way down to my vagina. Oh, it felt so nice to finally feel the touch of someone else between my legs..... it had been so long.... so very long and I shuddered each time his nose brushed by clit.

"Please, Teddy." I moaned. "Don't make yourself cum. Just tell me when you're ready and I'll suck you...... I'll give you the best suck job any man has ever had, Teddy. I promise I will..... please don't take that away from me."

"Okay." He moaned, looking up at me. "Okay."

So, I settled back and just watched him enjoy my crotch and the look, feel, taste and smell of my panties and my pussy. I think this was exactly what he needed and wanted right now, to be able to see me and smell me close up -- closer than he's ever been able to get when he was peeking at me through the bathroom window. This was real, and fifteen years of fantasy dreams were being put to bed as he got to experience the real thing.

His nose felt heavenly as it grazed up and down my slit and as I watched him, he'd periodically look up at me and smile. "You can have these panties when we're done," I whispered to him, "and I'll give you more, Teddy. You can have my panties every day."

I was absolutely delirious with desire and pleasure from the way his nose was playing with my clit and each time I felt him touch me there, I start to feel like I was close to cuming and then he'd move away. "Please," I prayed, "let one of us cum soon."

My prayers were answered in the next few minutes when he looked up at me, his face drenched with my secretions, and gasped, "I'm starting to get close now."

"Don't come jerking off!" I pleaded. "Stand up when your ready so I can suck you."

And that's exactly what he did no more than thirty seconds later. I heard him gasp, and the next thing I knew he was scrambling to his feet and I was leaning forward with my mouth open, trying to zero in on his hot cock.

When I found it, I wrapped my right hand around his hardness, guided it to my mouth and began to stroke him as fast as I could while I licked and sucked around the head of his penis. He started to moan and his cock became wonderfully tight and rigid in my mouth, and then he did the most perfect thing -- he put his hands on the back of my head and pushed his cock into my mouth and began to thrust.

When I felt his first explosion of cum hit the roof of my mouth, I jacked his cock even harder. Then, wave after wave of contractions sent spurt after spurt of hot, thick sperm into my mouth. The thick, stickiness of his cum coated my entire mouth and as my tongue slid around the head of his cock, I felt globs of his glorious cum pouring out of him. I was in heaven. 

In all my years, I'd never really enjoyed having a man's cum in my mouth -- not like I was enjoying this. This feeling was good..... this feeling was a dream come true for me, and while I realized my brother had masturbated himself part of the way to this climax, It was my pussy, my panties and my mouth that made my brother cum, and I was incredibly proud of myself.

It's no exaggeration to say I sucked him dry. I did. I sucked every trace of cum out of his incredible cock and swallowed every bit of it, licking and sucking his organ until he was so sensitive, he had to beg me to stop sucking him. 

Without thinking, he sat back on his heels. "Ouch!" He said, reaching back to run his hands over his butt. "I think I need some more of that lotion."

Giggling and wiping his cum off my lips, I suggested we go back to my bedroom where he could stretch out on my bed and relax while I put some more salve on him. Then, I leaned forward to give him a hug, and for some reason, he put his hands up, turned my face toward him, and in the instant of that moment, he kissed me very lightly on the lips. I was surprised, but I didn't pull away, and while our lips stayed like that - barely touching, I could smell my juices on his face and I knew without any doubts I was going to fuck him..... tonight.

To be continued... 



The Doctor is In Ch. 07



I had to smile to myself as I led my brother, Ted, from the living room back to my bedroom. Something important had just happened, something that would change each of our lives in ways that were obvious, and in ways we couldn't even conceive yet.

The spanking Ted received was severe by any definition of the word. And, even though his ordeal was laced with sexual connotation from start to finish, the important thing is that my brother received exactly what he deserved, he took it like a man, and the fact that he allowed my friend, Sara, to remove his panties and spank him naked meant he wanted to be forgiven for his bad behavior and start over with me with a clean slate.

I was elated beyond what I had hoped for as it occurred in front of me. He was only mildly embarrassed and humiliated, and for the most part, I don't think he suffered any lasting emotional trauma from the way we treated him during his spanking. Being paraded in front of Sara in his panties, and made to stand in a submissive position in front of her as she lowered his panties and inspected him, front and back, would have been difficult enough for anyone. But, being put into position and taking the spanking of his life, proved to me he was serious about wanting to be forgiven for his misdeeds and ready to change.

Now, I fully admit I went through a full range of emotions during my brother's spanking. The initial surge of excitement I got when Sara seemed to be understanding, even appearing pleased, about Ted wearing panties made me feel much better about my own acceptance of his panty wearing. And if Sara's comments were true, I wasn't the only woman who found the idea of a man in panties more than mildly exciting. 

Then, watching Sara as she intimately examined Ted before his spanking almost caused me to shove my hand down inside my shorts and rub myself right then and there. Admittedly, I was riveted to the sight of her touching him, squeezing him and stroking his beautiful cock. The voyeur side of me came to life during this whole event, and every second it lasted, there was eye candy for me to look at. Honestly, I'd have been happier to see Sara do more touching with Ted, up to the point of making him cum, mind you, but this was the first time I'd ever seen any amount of live, sexual contact between two other people, and if I had to summarize the way I felt about it, it would be this: I absolutely loved it. 

When the spanking was over..... after Sara delivered the last swat on Ted's ass, she was out the door and gone less than a minute later, leaving Ted in a crying mess, bent over my kitchen table. While he was being spanked, I felt so guilty for tricking him into it. I clearly had no idea Sara would turn out to be such a spanking expert, and her spanking would be so thorough. When we were talking about it on the phone before the spanking, and she was giving me all the warnings, I thought it was partially a heap of theatrics on her part to impress me with her spanking knowledge. But, once she actually got to my house and the introductions were complete, she took control and every step of the way, she knew exactly what she was doing and I have to say she's got my vote as the Spanking Queen of the World. 

I trusted Sara.... I took her at her word that she wouldn't hurt him, and thankfully, she didn't. Her precisely placed swats ensured no spot on his butt was hit twice, and just as she explained to me ahead of time, she had him crying, literally sobbing, in under two minutes. 

And, that was the hardest part for me.... Ted's crying. You would think I'd be jumping for joy to see my smart-ass brother finally get what he had coming, but, when he started to cry, and then, when he started to howl, it affected me deeply. I could see the extreme pain and suffering in his eyes and I wanted to end it all and beg Ted for his forgiveness. I felt guilty I'd manipulated him into falling prey to my devious revenge scheme. 

But, there was something else I felt, too, and that was a sense of power over my brother that had never existed before. I'd lived my whole life as his shadow sibling. He was the powerful one, the clever one, the one that always got what he wanted, and always got the upper hand. Case in point, he even got the upper hand by voyeuring me for fifteen solid years, and if he hadn't confessed earlier this evening in that weird twist of fate, he's still be doing it. 

So, I was being pulled in multiple directions with all of this. I felt sorry for my brother, but, I knew he deserved it. I wanted him to be forgiven so he could be Shannon's fantasy doctor because I knew it would lead to sex between them, and I'd be able to see it first hand, right in front of my eyes, and watch it closely. And, of course, there was the matter of his cock. That wonderful, beautiful cock my brother had between his legs. 

In a strange way, though, all of it was connected.... it all played into itself – I had to be involved with Ted's cock because I wanted the damn thing to get erect and work when I got him together with Shannon. And, in order to insure he was able to get hard, and stay hard, long enough for me to get what I wanted out of their nasty co-fantasies, I had to have a "Hands On" approach to his cock recovery and cock training. 

It was a tough job, but someone had to do it. 

So, as the two of us reached my bedroom, I whisked down the comforter and sheets covering the bed, and helped my brother carefully lie down. "It's late Teddy," I said quietly, noticing his lifeless cock, "I want you to stay the night. Just relax and I'll put some more aloe on you and you can sleep here, with me tonight."

I didn't realize it at first, but, Ted wasn't paying attention to me at all. His eyes were staring at my panties. I didn't even think about slipping my shorts back on after I gave him his reward in the living room, and a sudden feeling of excitement flooded over me when I saw him looking at the way my wet panties clung to my crotch as I hovered over him. I found myself standing there, letting him look, enjoying my exhibitionist display as he looked directly at my crotch. And, as I stood there letting his look, I actually entertained the thought of slipping my panties off and handing them to him as a secondary reward for taking his spanking so well. But, I didn't. That could wait for now. 

Considering the fact that in the last few hours my brother had been embarrassed, humiliated, examined, inspected, spanked, sucked, teased and then brought to a tremendous orgasm, one would have thought he'd be to tired to keep his eyes open – but no, he was quite awake and staring at my panty covered pussy. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, especially after his lengthy confession telling me everything he'd been doing for the last fifteen years, but I was. Most guys close to forty can't get that many erections a day without it taking a toll, and if my memory was correct, he told me he masturbated three times today, and once he came over tonight, I think he'd had almost a constant hardon, except for when he got spanked and the few minutes he was in the shower. How could he still be interested in looking at my panties?

"I'm going to get the aloe." I said, as I moved toward the door. "I left it in the kitchen, but, I'll get it and come right back, Teddy. Close your eyes and try to rest."

On my way to the kitchen to get the aloe, an idea flashed through my mind where I'd take off my shirt and bra and let him see me in just my panties when I came back into the bedroom. The idea of that was nasty, but, with every step I took down the hall, the better I liked it, plus it had a therapeutic purpose, too. I know I told him I'd let him see me naked without having to peek at me. If I was serious about that, then why not start letting him see me now?

Then the fear set in. The fear that he'd see my breasts... I mean actually see them bare.... right in front of him. Okay, okay, I knew he'd already seen them probably a hundred times over the last fifteen years while he was peeking at me, but this would be different. This time, I'd only be a few feet away from him, and he'd be able to see how small they really were. 

That was going to be embarrassing..... letting him see my tiny breasts. He'd know my secret for sure, now. He'd know I'd been wearing seriously padded bras to give me something up top. He'd be able to see my tiny boobs in all their glory. 

It was a fact I'd lived with my whole life. In junior high school when all my friends were starting to get their boobs, I was still flat. I went into high school still able to wear my training bras, and after my freshman year, when I still had no more than just small bumps with nipples on top of them, Mom gave me the bad news. 

"All the women on your father's side and on my side of the family are all small chested, Sally." Mother said, with an understanding look on her face. "You're going to be small, too, so just accept it."

That summer, I learned the secrets of buying swimsuits and bras that gave me a little more up there. Fortunately, I could buy a bra with enough padding to fill out my clothes, but, it was hard to see all my friends with their big, high set, boobs and their real, natural cleavage.

But, keeping it all in perspective, I didn't think the embarrassment I'd feel when my brother saw my chest was anywhere close to the amount of embarrassment Ted felt when he took off his jeans to reveal to me he was wearing panties. So, as I returned to my bedroom with the aloe, I surprised myself when I walked up to the bed, dropped the bottle of aloe next to my brother and reached down to the hem of my workout shirt and pulled it over my head. 

Now, sports bras are not made to flatter a woman's figure, and without the padding I normally have to help me look fuller, I must have looked pathetic to my brother as I stood in front of him. The empty puffs of material that were meant to hold real boobs were empty, and it was painfully obvious to me there was no way to hide my flatness. 

Ted's eyes opened wide, and he raised his head up to look at me squarely. I felt my cheeks go flush, standing no more than eight feet away from him in my bra and panties, and then a few seconds later, I could feel the sting and heat of my embarrassment spread across the back of my neck in a combination of goose bumps and sweat. You would have thought I'd do something smart, like wait until the lights were off before I took my shirt and bra off, but no, something was driving me to do this...... to expose myself to my brother almost the same way he was exposed to me earlier.

The only difference was, I was enjoying it and it was unlikely I was going to stop.

Outwardly, my face was red and I was uneasy at what I was about to do. But, inside, this was a scene I'd rehearsed and played out in my mind no less than a thousand times. Nightly, I would lie in bed, petting my girl parts, dreaming one of my most frequent fantasies where I undressed in front of a man, forcing myself to expose my body and stand naked in front of him. 

The man in the dream was never important to me. Sometimes it was one of the docs at work, or just some random man I saw at the store. But, the dream always followed the same theme..... in silence, I would begin to undress. Then, as he watched, I bared myself nervously. I'd become naked, exposing myself to him. And in the most shameful manner possible, I'd touch myself with the sole intent of making myself cum in front of him. 

This same fantasy, dreamed time after time in the solitude and darkness of my own bedroom late at night, was a main stay in my sexual satisfaction. I'd touch myself lightly at first, gently pinching my tiny, pink nipples..... fingers running the length of my labia and occasionally entering my vagina to spread my juices up and down my wanton slit. And through it all, I'd dream my fantasy of exposing myself as I pushed myself closer and closer to a thundering orgasm where my whole body would quake and shudder and leave me totally exhausted, and ready to sleep.

So, as I stood there in front of Ted in just my bra and panties, my heart was thumping and I agonized over what to take off next. Should I take off my panties – the panties that my brother already knew were saturated? Would that distract him so he wouldn't notice my miniature breasts? Or, should I follow the sequence of my fantasy and remove my bra next and fully live the embarrassment which I knew was unavoidable. 

Almost as if they had a mind of their own, my hands lifted to the white sports bra I was wearing, and turning my eyes away from my brother's stare, I began the difficult task of wiggling out of my bra. In those few seconds, I thought about the promises I'd made to Ted...... how I told him I'd let him see me naked and how I'd willingly let him look at me so he'd never have to sneak around and peek at me again. I knew I'd have to keep those promises, and as such, I'd have to do this for him.

But, I wasn't kidding anyone. I was doing this for myself – for my own benefit and for my own excitement and pleasure.

I tried to cover my breasts with my arms, twisting slightly from side to side as I removed the sports bra, but, I could only do that for so long, and finally, I simply dropped the bra to the floor and shamefully, let my arms hang to my side. I stood there for a good minute, soaking up the embarrassment and reveling in the feeling of finally living out the fantasy I'd been dreaming for so long. When I was able to turn my eyes to look at my brother, what I saw in his stare gave me the courage to speak.

"They're small," I said, apologetically, "but, I said I'd let you see me and I'm keeping my word."

Then, boldly taking several steps toward the bed and stopping less than a foot away from him, I swallowed hard and put my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slid them down to my knees. Ted's eyes grew huge and they were moving back and forth between my breasts and my exposed pussy. 

I let him look for several minutes, and during that time, neither of us said anything. Finally, just as I'd done so many times in my dream, I reached down to my coochie, placed my hands on either side of my labia and spread myself open, giving my brother a perfect view of my inner lips, clitoris and my vagina. 

I had to close my eyes as I held myself open before him. Not because I was embarrassed, but because I was filled with a mixture of shame and excitement, and I wanted to savor and experience that feeling for as long as possible. 

I could feel the way my natural wetness had completely saturated me down there, and I knew Ted could see it, too. He'd have to know I was aroused and excited, as wet as I was, and as I stood there exposing my pink womanhood to him, I could barely keep myself from dipping one of my fingers into my hole and masturbating in front of him.

It had been some time since I'd trimmed my pubic hair, and I knew I was almost overgrown and he might not be able to see all the intricacies of my girl parts, but, that didn't matter to me right now. The only thing that mattered was I was living my dream and a real live man was looking at me naked. 

After another minute, I reached down to my panties, pushed them lower and stepped out of them. Then, just as I promised, I held them out to Ted, offering them to him. 

"I promised these to you, Teddy." I said, almost whispering. "They're pretty wet and slimy, but, if you want them, they're yours."

Ted reached his hand out and tentatively took them from me. When he did, I bent down and casually picked up the bottle of aloe and sat down next to him. Gently, I squeezed the salve out on his buttocks and silently began to rub it in.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked, softly.

"It's not too bad." Ted answered. "It still stings a little, but, not anything like it did before."

I watched Ted bring my sodden panties to his face and take a deep breath as I carefully covered his buns with the aloe. With each movement I made, I became increasingly aware of my nakedness and the fact that my big brother and I were both naked in the same room. There was an obvious eeriness between us, as if spontaneous combustion could occur at any time, and we were both aware of it.

When I was done coating my brother's tight buns with the aloe, I reached for the washcloth I'd used on him earlier and wiped my hands off. Then, like I was being led by some undeniable force, I stood up, moved directly in front Ted and looked down at him. His eyes were tiny slits, and he was holding the crotch of my wet panties directly to his nose. I could see his nostrils were wet, glistening from the juices that saturated my panties. I watched him covet the smell and wetness of my vagina, literally consuming my femininity and I felt a feeling – the same feeling I got each night as I dreamed my favorite dream about exposing myself.

I couldn't stop myself from lifting my left leg and setting my foot on the mattress adjacent to my brother's face. Then, as if I was in my dream, my right hand dropped to my crotch and I began to stroke my slit as I watched Ted sniffing my panties. 

His eyes opened all the way when he saw me put my foot up on the mattress, opening my crotch up to a perfectly, wide open view of my pussy directly in front of him. Then as my hand went to my pussy, he pulled my panties away from his face and looked at me. My fingers began to move and the level of my excitement jumped. Before long, my left hand drifted down and it, too, followed my dream, knowing exactly what to do – and no more than ten seconds later, I was spreading my outer lips with my left hand as I masturbated myself with my right hand...... no more than a foot away from Ted's face. 

This was the kind of nastiness I'd always dreamed about. Night after night, I'd dreamed my dream and tuned my exhibitionist fantasy until it was perfect for me, until it met my needs and allowed me to triumphantly climax. And now, I was living it. Now, I was naked and masturbating in front of a man...... wide open and in full view. There was no modesty here. There was no covering up or being discreet. I was openly playing with my pussy and no matter what excuse I would ever used to explain it, it would always be exactly what it was...... I was masturbating while someone watched me.

Before long, I wasn't satisfied with just rubbing up and down my slit. I began to push one finger, and then two, into my pussy hole. And then before I knew it, I was leaning forward, holding my lips apart so Ted could see, and repeatedly thrusting my fingers deeply into by coochie. It felt divine...... everything did. Not only the way I was touching myself, but the way I was exposing myself, too. The nasty way I was displaying my vagina and the fact I was completely naked – it was all adding to my excitement – all playing a part and driving me to do more...... to be nastier and nastier.

I was on fire now, beyond the point where I could have ever stopped. I was literally unable to stop my hands, and even if I could, I wouldn't have. All those nights of dreaming my dream and rehearsing how I'd undress, expose and then masturbate myself had taken control of me and I was powerless to stop it. I cringed at the thought of what would happen at the end – when my climax overtook me and my orgasm exploded, racking my body from head to toe as it did each night lying in bed. Would I do it? Would I do that shameful, final part of my dream in front of my brother?

"It" was something so disgraceful, I rarely ever allowed myself to think about it. Yet, I did it almost every time, and while I knew it wasn't unheard of, it carried with it a crystal clear connotation that was difficult for me to face. 

Specifically, in my dream, sometimes the man would approach me as I masturbated in front of him, and put his fingers in me. Of course, I always had to emulate that part of the dream by using my own fingers. And, then once my climax began to overwhelm me and my clit got too sensitive to touch anymore, he'd pull his fingers out of my pussy, thrust them into my mouth, and make me suck them while my orgasm flowed over me.




The Doctor is In Ch. 07



Each night, though, while I played my fantasy out alone in my bedroom, I was forced to pretend my own fingers were those of the man. And in the heat of my excitement, at the point where my orgasm was at its apex, I'd pull my fingers from my drenched pussy and suck them thoroughly as I writhed and twisted in the midst of my climax. 

The smell and taste of my own womanhood in my mouth, combined with the visions of the nasty actions in my dreams and the sensations coming from my pussy, were all I needed to launch me to a different place – a cataclysmic orgasm which shook my body in a way no other climax could do. The shameful act of sucking my own fingers gave me that certain 'push' to alter my orgasm from being just good, to being incredible. 

And each time when it was over, and I'd pull my fingers out of my mouth and gasp out loud to catch my breath. I'd always feel utterly ashamed of what I'd done and I always swore I'd never do it again, but yet, I did....... again and again and again. 

I knew what it meant, subconsciously. Or at least I thought I did, and I struggled with the fact I liked having the taste of lubricious pussy juice in my mouth. I know very well that most women don't mind tasting them selves on their lovers fingers or cocks, but I doubt they do what I'd been doing, intentionally sucking their fingers after deeply touching inside their pussies. The other part that added to my shame is that I knew I had a certain curiosity about other women, and while I hadn't acted on it, the fact that I'd been sucking my own pussy juice told me I could probably take it to next level and suck some other woman's juices, too.

So, as I stood there in front of my brother, shoving my fingers up into my spread open pussy and knowing my orgasm was approaching, I had to make the decision if I was going to faithfully follow my fantasy dream and do "it".

Frantically now, my fingers were rubbing up and down between my lips, twirling up over my clit and concentrating on my little bud, and then thrusting down and curling into my pussy. Time after time I repeated the movements, and each time brought me closer. I looked over at my brother and he was now sucking on the crotch panel of my panties, tasting me...... tasting my pussy...... and that was all it took to push me over the edge.

As I felt the shuddering begin, I knew my orgasm was setting in. Sure enough, just a few seconds later, I was shaking and gasping as it erupted inside me and I knew any second now, my clit would become too sensitive to touch - and that would be my cue to pull my fingers out of my pussy and put them in my mouth.

All my worry was put to rest when "it" happened just like I'd rehearsed it so many times. There was no guilt..... there was no delay, no hesitation and no remorse. At one second my fingers were thrusting deep inside my pussy, and the next, they were in my mouth. I didn't even look away from Ted's eyes as I did it, proudly climaxing in front of him as I sucked my fingers clean of my thick, heavy juices.

My brother was spellbound watching me, and as he continued to nuzzle my panties, I exaggerated the sucking actions on my fingers, hoping to make this the most exciting thing he'd ever seen in his entire life. Soon, though, I felt my orgasm passing and I pulled my fingers from my mouth and gasped for air, slumping over and holding myself up by leaning on the bed next to Ted. 

I was panting, and my heart was thumping...... my head hanging over Ted's body as I tried to recover from my long awaited orgasm. Then, I felt something that jolted me.

The way I was slumping over my brother made it easy for him to reach out and touch me, and he'd taken advantage of the opportunity by reaching up and lightly pinching my pebble sized nipple. It didn't hurt – quite the opposite, it felt delightful.

"Oh, gawd, Teddy!" I moaned, still trying to catch my breath. 

After another second, he released my nipple and I fell to my knees at the side of the bed with my elbows supporting my upper body on the bed, next to him. "Come on." Ted said, as he scooted his body across the bed, giving me room to lie down next to him. "Lie down here, Sally."

I was completely exhausted from my explosive orgasm, and as I crawled up on the bed next to my brother, I suddenly felt extremely ashamed of what I'd done, and curled up into the fetal position facing away from him, hiding my face in my hands, and wishing I could just dissolve away.

To be continued.