Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(38)

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."