I hesitated a moment. Wasn't this cheating on my brothers? I mean, everything had happened so quickly, the doctor kissing my cunny before I even realized it. But now I had a conscious decision to make. I decided to play my cards as strategically as possible.
"Dr. Johnson," I said slowly. "I'm happy to taste you, but if I do, I'd request something from you in return."
He paused, his cock springing free. "And what's that?" he asked, his member waving in the air.
I caught my breath at the sight. Although not as big as my brothers' dicks, his rod was definitely a thing of beauty. Perfectly proportioned, with a thick, flaring head and bulging veins along a massive shaft, it leaked pre-cum, the moisture glistening against the heavy pole of man meat. I felt my mouth go dry, and yet I was so hungry for it at the same time.
"All I'd ask," I said, my temperature rising, struggling to retain my focus, "Is that you write your medical report stating there was no evidence of rape. Of course, the pictures will be the pictures, but your professional opinion should categorically rebut any allegations of rape."
He looked at me curiously, pausing. "Aren't you nineteen?" he asked.
"Eighteen," I confirmed.
"Well, you sounded like the DA just now," he said with an amused smile. "I'm having second thoughts already about feeding you my dick, given how slick you sounded," he said.
But he was already sliding his hand up and down that juicy member, drawing near to my mouth. Before he put it in, I looked up at him and said, "Doctor, do you promise?"
He stroked my hair fondly before nudging the tip of his penis against my pink, glossy lips.
"Of course, Ms. Kingsley," he growled. "If you do a good job giving head, you'll absolutely get a ‘No Rape' opinion."
And with that, I parted my lips, welcoming the intrusion, sucking hungrily on his smooth, rounded crown. God, he tasted good! His cock was meaty and thick, tasting like a man in heat, aroused and just about out of control. The pre-cum was slick and tangy on my tongue, lubing the way. I opened my mouth as wide as I could until my lips were like thin rubber bands, stretching to accommodate his pole.
And he stroked my head as I struggled with his girth.
"That's a good girl," he encouraged. "Keep going," he said, shifting his hips forward in small increments, edging the thick rod down my throat.
I was straining, but my brothers had taught me well. Closing my eyes, I imagined myself as a boa constrictor swallowing prey in one gulp and tried to loosen my jaw, relaxing for a bigger fit. Immediately, his penis moved in deeper, and I felt a hot, wet spurt of pre-cum shoot down my throat.
"Unnnnf," Dr. Johnson grunted, fucking ever so slightly with his hips. Saliva was pooling in the corners of my mouth, and tears brimmed in my eyes, but I kept my focus and pushed again on his dick, my throat muscles relaxing and constricting, causing the good doctor to groan again, another small deposit of pre-cum pulsing hotly.
Finally, I had him balls deep, my nose pressed against his pubes and his balls snug against my chin. He smelled woody and aromatic, all man musk, different from my brothers but compelling just the same.
With a grunt, he began fucking my mouth, while caressing my head and murmuring endearments.
"Good girl," he rasped. "Keep going, suck that dick, take it in all the way."
I kept my eyes closed, pretending it was my brothers, and let him fuck my mouth, enjoying it but also keeping in mind that this was for my baby, for the fathers of my child. He heaved again and again, stroking my face, trailing his fingers gently along the curve of my cheek, until with a gasp, he came hard.
"Ahhhh!" he growled, shoving deep, as rope after rope of pre-cum shot down my throat. I tried to gulp as much as possible, but there was so much that I began drooling, the sperm running in hot, heavy drips down my chin.
"Ahhh!" Dr. Johnson cried again, his dick spasming hotly, the white exploding in hot bursts, overwhelming me. I cried out, choking, the man milk spurting out of my nose and mouth, there was just too much liquid and I was literally drowning in sperm.
He pulled out quickly, wincing as I accidentally dragged my teeth against the soft skin of his cock pole.
"You okay, baby girl?" he asked. "Let me get you some tissues."
I was coughing, my eyes watery as I heaved again and again, and the doctor pounded me on my back while handing me a handful of paper towels. I wiped myself as best I could, his steamy gloop all over my face, neck and chest, pulling the hospital gown off to make sure I caught every drop.
I paused, because Dr. Johnson had gone utterly still. I looked up and saw him gazing at my nude body. Sure, there were some bruises around my waist, some nip marks on my breasts from my brothers' teeth, but I was otherwise pale and slim, perfectly formed, my boobs delicious and cunny slightly pink and moist.
"Fuck, you're a beautiful woman," he ground out. "If I didn't have to do a rape kit, I would surely fuck you again, just to feel that tight pussy wrapped around my dick."
"Dr. Johnson!" I gasped. But I shouldn't have been surprised. I mean, he had just breached every precept of medical ethics, and if I didn't get that "No Rape" opinion, I was reporting him to the professional board.
I smiled at him. "Dr. Johnson, isn't it time to take those naked pictures of me?" I flirted, striking a seductive pose. He groaned, getting out his camera, and the shutter began to whir.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Morgan
"Brothers!" I cried joyfully into the phone mounted on the wall. I was at the State penitentiary, where Morgan and Cole were being held. After the erotic medical exam, I'd gone home, the doctor assuring my mom that I was fine for the time being.
"Ma'am, Morgan is doing well, considering the circumstances," he soothed. "Just take her home and get some rest, it's 3 a.m.," he said.
"Is she okay though? Is my baby girl okay?" pleaded my mom.
My stepdad glowered. "Those rapists fucking raped her, and I want you to document that," he said.
Dr. Johnson's face remained bland. "Of course, Mr. Kingsley, that's my job. I examined Morgan and will provide an objective analysis of her condition, available for your perusal in my report," he concluded.
Gerald stomped off. He wasn't used to someone who stood his ground, who wasn't a yes man. No wonder he had trouble with my brothers. They were independent and didn't kowtow to Gerald's demands.
But Mom bundled me into a blanket, and we drove home, dropping exhaustedly into sleep after the dramatic night. I only hoped that my oral session with the doctor paid off, even if I was too ashamed to admit what I'd done to my brothers.
"Landon, how are you and Cole doing?" I said softly into the phone. Because there was no party line, Landon was on the phone while Cole waited behind him, both of them in orange jumpsuits. It broke my heart to see them like this, treated as common criminals when there was no crime.
Landon smiled at me through the plastic divider, putting his palm on the transparent material. I immediately put my hand up to mirror his, as if we could feel each other's skin through the pane.
He smiled at me and said, "We're okay, little sis. A public defender's meeting with us today, but we're going to see if one of our friends can't help us get together the funds for a fancy defense attorney."
I gasped. "Do you have enough? Lawyers are expensive. I could ask … " my voice trailed off. The fact that there was no one I could ask, I had no money and my sole source of financial support was Gerald.
Landon smiled at me. "Don't worry little sis, we have more than enough cash, we just need someone to access our accounts, pay the retainer for the lawyer, all that stuff. We've refused to talk without an attorney, so it's the first step to getting out of this shithole."
I gave him a sad smile. "I'm so sorry, brother, to see you here. It wasn't rape at all, and I've announced that loud and clear to anyone who will listen," I said. "Unfortunately, not many people are interested in the opinion of a teenage girl."
Landon looked at me sternly through the plastic. "Morgan, it's not your fault. Do you hear me? It's not your fault. We had sex, sure, and we're stepsiblings, sure, but none of that is against the law. We're three consenting adults, Gerald's just making trouble because he's a fucking manipulator who has to control everything."
"That's what I'm afraid of," I said in a small voice. "I'm afraid that your dad is so powerful and influential that … I don't know," I said sorrowfully. "It's almost like laws can be changed if Gerald says so."
"No, they can't," replied Landon grimly. "Baby girl, don't beat yourself up. You're pregnant and it's not good for the baby to be unhappy. I'm going to give the phone to Cole, he'll cheer you up."