No! The twins hadn't hurt me at all, our loving had been completely consensual, mutual and warm. But who knows what lurid stories Gerald had been feeding my mom – he probably told her that his sons were ogres, and had knocked me around.
I felt my stomach drop, as the officers pushed me into the back of the cop car, because I knew our loving bore marks. The twins were always enthusiastic during sex, and there was two of them and one of me, not to mention the fact that they were double my size. So what if there were a couple bruises around my waist? So what if there was a bit of tearing around my pussy? I was a small girl still learning to take their members, and was willing to push my body to the limits to accommodate them.
But I knew it would look as if I'd been forced, roughhoused and manhandled. My eyes filled with tears because the exam results would surely classify me as a victim of rape, exacerbating this mess. The nightmare only got worse and worse.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Morgan
I sat on the exam table, shivering and cold under the fluorescent lights. I wore nothing but a hospital gown, a flimsy piece of paper with a huge hole in the back. The tiny pink and green flowers on the material only contrasted with the stark, impersonal surroundings of the exam room.
A knock sounded on the door, and I said, "Come in!"
To my surprise, it wasn't the nurse who had signed me in. Instead, a young man with light brown hair and white lab jacket came in, medical charts in hand.
"Hi Morgan," he said soothingly. "I'm Dr. Johnson, the attending at Mercy Medical. I'm here to do your rape exam," he said. "Before we begin, do you have any questions for me? I can explain the process to you in detail, in case the nurse wasn't thorough enough."
"No, no questions," I said softly, hanging my head. Suddenly, I jerked up, my eyes flashing. "But it wasn't a rape," I said forcefully. "I had sex with two men of my own free will, and this rape thing is part of a conspiracy invented by my stepdad."
Dr. Johnson's expression didn't change at all.
"I understand," he said professionally, "and I'll take that into account. At the hospital, we see all sorts of things, and we have methods to determine whether it's rough sex versus flat-out rape," he soothed. "But the most important thing is to get the exam started. We'll move through the different steps slowly, and the medical results will tell their own story."
I hung my head again, ashamed and sad at what was happening. Defeated, I lifted my feet into the stirrups, leaning back as the doctor gingerly lifted my hospital gown. He didn't touch me at first, instead doing a visual inspection of my genital area. I flushed. I had just done DP with my brothers, and my pussy and anus must have looked ravaged, red and puffy after a sustained pummeling by my brothers.
The doctor gazed thoughtfully but remained silent. He pulled out a camera with a big flash and tilted my pelvis up before saying, "I need to record your physical condition. The flash is really bright, so close your eyes if it's too much, okay?"
I nodded and leaned back, twisting my face to the side. The flash started to pop, the bright light hitting my body as the doctor photographed my genital region. Unerringly, I could feel myself starting to get wet.
What the hell? This was one of the most humiliating and depressing moments of my life, and yet here I was, moistening in front of a handsome young doctor. My cheeks colored and I felt a flush rise up over my chest, my nipples hardening as he continued to photograph me.
To make things worse, as he tilted my hips up for a better angle, I felt something slipping out of my anus. Oh god. Both Cole and Landon had ejaculated in me, and both of my holes were filled with fresh semen. I could feel the telltale trickle of fluid down my ass, pooling at the bottom of the exam table, and gasped softly, embarrassed and yet aroused at once.
"Ms. Kinsley, I'm going to take swabs of semen for our lab," said the doctor. "The police report says that you had sex with two men. Did they both come in your anus?"
How to answer this? I decided to go with the truth.
"I was doing DP … with my stepbrothers," I added slowly. "One came in my vagina, and the other in my anus, yes," I confirmed.
"Your brothers!" the doctor exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up. Okay, so I'd gotten through the façade of medical professionalism with that one. "Are you biologically related?" he said seriously.
"No, not at all," I replied. "My mom married their dad two years ago, so we're stepsiblings only."
"I see," the doctor mused, prepping what looked like a long Q-tip. He swabbed a sample from my pussy, and then one from my anus, placing the results into two different test tubes. I decided to educate myself, though.
"Doctor," I confided. "I'm pregnant and I've been having sex with my twin brothers non-stop now for weeks. Is there a way to determine which one is the father?"
"Your stepbrothers are twins!" the doctor exclaimed. This time I thought his eyebrows would fall off, they were so far up his head. "Are they identical?"
"Yes, definitely," I said with confidence. Landon and Cole were mirror-images of one another, albeit gorgeous mirror images with blue eyes and hair as black as soot. I hoped our baby would look like their daddies.
"If they're monozygotic identical twins, then no, current paternity testing methods have no way of identifying which one is the father. Because they have the same DNA, the tests would merely report that both men are the father."
"Oh!" I said, my hand flying to my mouth. This was the first good news in a while. I loved knowing that it was impossible to tell who my baby's daddy was – we were truly a trio bound together by the ties of love.
"But," said the doctor, "as medical technology advances, there may be ways to distinguish even between identical twins," he continued. "So you might consider storing your brothers' DNA pending future analysis."
"Oh, okay," I said, waving my hand. "I just wanted to know, because I'm happy to be pregnant," I confided, my cheeks flushing. "I bet that's not something you hear from many rape victims."
"No, it's not, but we still need to finish the exam," he said gently. "Now lie back down and I'm going to probe gently, to assess the level of tearing and bruising."
I obediently lay back and parted my legs. I could feel that my pussy was wet, both with my own fluids fresh, and my brothers' semen. Now that the doctor knew everything, I felt much more free and relaxed, like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
His hands trailed gently up my legs before lightly probing and patting my vulva. I was sore down there, but it felt good too, his breath warm against my inner thighs, his face hidden by the sheet of my gown. I could feel his fingers caressing and gentle, pressing lightly, examining each lip. Wasn't he supposed to be wearing gloves? I'd seen him wash his hands when he came in, but the hot fingers on my vulva were definitely bare skin.
I felt a gentle butterfly touch against my pussy and gave out a small whimper. I was so embarrassed, this was supposed to be professional and impersonal, and instead, I was aroused by a medical exam! But I knew it wasn't my imagination when the touch came again, this time with more pressure against my pussy lips, and the slightest bit of wetness. Had he just licked my cunny?
I panted a bit as the ministrations went on, and slowly began inching my gown up, determined to see what the doctor was doing. Sure enough, he had his face buried between my thighs and was gently tracing my labia with his tongue. It felt so good! His tongue was delicate and wet, exploring the curves of my pussy lips, every nook and cranny delightful and moist.
Meeting my eyes, he grew bold and gave my cunt a deep-mouthed kiss.
"Oh Doctor!" I cried. "Should we be doing this?"
"No, of course not," he admonished from between my legs. "But with that semen trailing from your ass and cunt … " his voice trailed off. "I had to get a taste."
So the dirty doctor wanted to taste my brothers' semen? Holy mother of god, that was taboo. I mean, sometimes Landon and Cole tasted each other's sperm by accident, but they were twins and had an unusual understanding. But it seemed that the handsome doctor had a particular kink, and with my cunny trailing two deposits, I was irresistible.
"Dr. Johnson," I breathed, as he started unbuttoning his fly. "Are you going to have sex with me as well?"
"No Ms. Kingsley," he said, looking deep in my eyes. "You're too tender down there, and besides I don't want to risk mixing my sperm with the existing deposits. The samples could be contaminated, and how would that look to the medical examiner? I want to feel your sweet tongue on my dick … if you're up to it, that is."