Forced To Spread…..While Daddy Watches- A medical, noncon, incestuous story

 I was nervous enough for my first gynecological exam—but when my Daddy insisted on coming into the room, I froze. What started as an awkward check-up turned into something far more intimate when the doctor asked if he could “show” my daddy how everything works.

The doctor’s voice grew softer, his words turning to whispers. Dad leaned in, nodding, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Look here,” the doctor said, pointing to my most intimate place. “This is where life begins.”

And Daddy leaned closer, his breath hot against my skin.

My eyes squeezed shut as the doctor’s finger slid into me, explaining the warmth and wetness, the way I tensed when his finger barely entered me. I could feel Dad’s eyes on me, his gaze burning into my soul. I didn’t dare look at him.

The doctor’s voice grew more excited, his explanation more intimate. “Your body is a beautiful thing,” he said. “A marvel of nature.”

Daddy’s hand found its way to his own crotch, his thumb rubbing in slow circles.

When the doctor finally withdrew his finger, it was like a violin string snapped. Dad’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

“Let me see,” he murmured, licking his lips.

The doctor’s smile was tight, his eyes flicking to me and back to Daddy.

He pulled his finger out and held it up. It was shiny with my arousal.

Daddy leaned in and licked it clean, his eyes never leaving mine. “Mmm…Sweet,” he growled.

The room spun around me, the doctor’s words a blur.

The exam continued, the doctor’s voice a background murmur. Daddy’s hand found its way under the paper, his thumb brushing against my clit.

It was wrong. So wrong. But my body didn’t care. It was responding, betraying me with every beat of my racing heart.

And as the doctor talked, Daddy touched, his movements growing bolder with every second.

I was trapped, a rabbit in a snare, my breath coming in gasps.