A Brother/Sister Erotica Short Story with Threesome and MM action.

I hate going for my annual women’s check-up. I hate doctor’s offices. I hate waiting rooms. And above all else? I hate fucking speculums. If you’re going to put something inside me, make sure it’s as bigger or bigger than what I have at home, for fuck sake. Don’t waste my time looking inside my vagina if you’re not going to entertain me while you’re there.

When my brothers, Mark, Lex and Dave, opened a clinic in our small town, I thought this was my surefire way out of sitting in waiting rooms. I couldn’t stand reading out-of-date gossip magazines and listening to shitty string versions of pop songs from the eighties. Most importantly, I could finally get Lex alone and make my move.

I arrive five minutes early for the exam, and the shy, mousy assistant walks me back to Lex’s room. She takes my vitals and allows me time to undress before the doctor arrives to look me over. She throws me a confused look as to why I’m getting checked by my own flesh and blood. I match her energy and she squeals away. I don’t much care what people think. I’ll do whatever I want to do.

And getting my older brother to see the goods before I make a move is part of my grand plan. Men are visual creatures, after all, blood or not. I undress, throw on the thin paper gown, and wait on the table, the cool office air blowing over my skin. Goosebumps line my skin, and my nipples harden. With no one around, I lay back and squeeze them, massaging my tits.

Lex has always been the most handsome of my older brothers. Tall, tanned, chiseled, and funny, Lex could charm the panties off a nun. He is the kind of doctor every mother wants their daughter to marry: young, successful, attractive, and has biceps like a lumberjack. I have fantasized about his beard between my thighs on more than one occasion, daydreaming about how the rough hair would feel against my pussy. Would it tickle? Would it tingle? Would it bring me to my knees and leave me begging?

I lose myself in my fantasy, fingers slipping beneath the white sheet. They find my clit with ease and rub slow circles around my taut bud. I run it over the head forcefully, making my hips jolt and rock as the pleasure builds. I know I should stop. I know Lex could walk in any moment and catch me fingering myself, but something makes me keep going.

I let out a long, low moan, letting myself get completely absorbed in the feeling of my fingers working my cunt over. There’s a hesitant knock on the exam room door, and I pull my fingers out of my pussy quickly, hiding them under the white sheet.

“Come, come in,” I say, catching my breath. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks and shut my legs, sitting up quickly. I give myself a headrush and see colorful spots in my eyes as my older brother arrives.

“Everything okay in here, Ginger?” he asks, poking his head around the drawn curtains. “I heard a strange noise. Are you injured?”

I try to hide my embarrassment and discreetly wipe my fingers on the sheet beneath me. “I, uhm, gave myself a Charlie Horse. I stretched out my leg too far, and bam. Cramp of the century,” I cover. Lex steps deeper into the room and draws the curtains shut, looking me over with curiosity.

“You look flushed. Do you have a fever?”

“No. Like I said, I gave myself a cramp. Still recovering.”

“I see.” He flips through his notes on the clipboard in his hands, murmuring to himself as he studies my charts.

“So, you’re here for a well-woman exam. Gynecology isn’t my strong suit and should I be really doing this check-up?”

“Well, considering this is the only clinic in town, one of you would have had to do it. Why not you?”

Lev gives his signature smile. “You’ve got a point. I’ll do my best. It’s a simple procedure and-”

“Lex, I know how a pap smear works. I’ve been getting them since I was sixteen.”

“Fair,” he says with a small chuckle. “I suppose if anyone knows, it’s a woman. All right, Ginger, lay back, and I’ll take a look.”

I do as Lex says, reclining on the table and spreading my legs as he works them into the stirrups. He sits before me, snapping his examination gloves and coughing into his elbow.

Step 1, check. This is going better than I imagined.