UNCLE DOCTOR DADDY
I'm Cindy. I didn't see the need for a physical, but my mother had insisted. My wedding was Saturday and I'd been totally involved in all the details, having typical anxiety about every little thing that might not be just right. My beau, Jason would be arriving on Friday. I missed him and had been anticipating the relief and joy I knew I would feel when the whole event was over and I could start my new life with my new husband.
Mom had set up the physical with my Uncle Jedd, who is a doctor. Everyone in the family refers to him as Uncle Doctor Jedd.
I arrived for my 5:00 Wednesday appointment at Uncle Doctor's office. Uncle said he had squeezed in a late appointment. The staff was all leaving when I arrived.
The nurse showed me into an exam room where I sat on the exam table. It was about ten minutes later when the doctor came in. I barely knew my uncle. Growing up, I had seen him at annual family gatherings, but never really talked to him. I always thought he looked really important and had never had the courage to speak more than to say hello. After high school, I went off to college and had been living a hundred miles away from my mom and the relatives.
"Hello, Cindy." He said, "Congratulations on getting married. I understand the young man is quite a catch."
I said, "I think he's wonderful, thank you."
He looked at me and said, "You're quite the catch yourself. Look at how you've grown into a beautiful woman." He looked up and down at me.
"Thank you." I said nervously.
He said, "Your mother has asked me to give you a full physical. Apparently, it's been quite a while since you last saw a doctor for anything and she wants to be sure you are in good health."
"Thank you. I'm so excited about getting married."
He continued, "You know, I gave a physical to your mother before she married my brother, your dad."
I said, "Really, I didn't know that."
"Have you heard from your dad?"
"No, not for years." I replied. Daddy and Mom had split when I was a little girl. Mom had remarried and my stepfather adopted me. He has been the only dad I had really known.
Uncle said, "I haven't heard from him either. It was too bad that he and Ellen broke up."
"Why did they?" I asked.
He said, "It was complicated. Maybe when we have more time, I can tell you about it."
Then he said, "Take off your shirt, please."
He had a stethoscope in his hands and was obviously going to check my heart and lungs. I felt a little self-conscious with the frilly little bra I was wearing. I wished I would've worn something more conservative. I knew my nipples poked through the thin bra. It was sort of loose, so my boobs jiggled a lot and I was showing a lot of cleavage.
He moved the stethoscope over the tops of my breasts and put it right between them. His hand was touching the flesh on the top of my breast while his other hand rested on my back. He nodded that everything sounded fine. Then he put the scope on my back and had me breathe deeply. His hand was on my shoulder. My breasts moved up and down with each breath. I was a little nervous with him looking at me. I realized that with the thin bra, the color of my areolas was showing and my areolas were poking through. He said I had a "healthy set of lungs".
Then he asked me to remove my jeans, shoes and socks. I looked at him and he just nodded. I did as he asked. It has been some time since I'd had a physical and I did remember that doctor looking at my legs. Uncle doctor did the same.
With me sitting on the table with my legs hanging over the side, he felt the muscles in my lower legs. He looked at one knee then the other. He did the thing where he tapped each knee with a little hammer and my feet kicked out. His hands gripped the front, then the inside of my thighs, testing the muscle tone. I was a bit nervous, being nearly naked with my uncle, but I remembered that he had seem me wearing bikinis, so I wasn't showing anything new. Still, we were alone in the room and he was touching me. I looked down and could see the dark image of my pussy through my sheer panties. He took his time checking my muscles in my legs, then did the same with my arms and shoulders. He checked my throat too and felt the pulse in my neck. His hands were touching me all over.
The next thing he did really surprised me, but I did as he asked when he produced a bunch of wires and said he was going to do an EKG to check my heart. He asked me to remove my bra. I was reluctant, but he acted a bit impatient at my modesty. I rationalized that he was a doctor and it was routine for women to get undressed for him. He didn't have a gown for me to wear, but those things are a bother anyway.
I undid my bra and self-consciously reclined on the table. He had some sort of cold jelly that he rubbed onto spots all over my chest and stomach. He rubbed the jelly on the sides and below my breasts. Then, he attached little tabs and connected wires to them. The lower leads were at my waist and he seemed to edge my panties down a bit for two of them. I realized that my nipples were hard in the cool room, but I couldn't cover them until he finished the procedure. I laid there, nearly naked, aware that there was very little of me that was hidden. After a few minutes with a machine humming, he was finished. He looked at the machine with the readings for a few moments. Then, he used some tissues and wiped off the jelly, nudging my boobs as his did so and moving his hands along the waistband of my panties.
I sat up and he asked me to follow him for a chest x-ray. I reached for my bra, but he said it would interfere with the x-ray because of the metal in the clips. The clips were in the back, I thought, and shouldn't be a problem, but what did I know. I looked back to see my clothes draped over a chair and on the floor, then followed him down the hall to the x-ray room, wearing just my little panties.
He positioned me against the x-ray panel. I remembered that I had an x-ray when I was little. The panel holding the film was cold and it pressed against my breasts. Uncle Doctor positioned me by touching my shoulders to move me into the correct position and raising my arms over my head. He carefully positioned me with his hands touching my bare flesh. My breasts were pressed against the machine. I knew he could see them. He took the x-ray and asked me to follow him again.
We didn't return to the original exam room, but went into another room. I was more than a little self-conscious walking around in just my little panties, padding down the hall in my bare feet. I was glad nobody was in the building who might see me. My breasts bounced and jiggled when I walked.
I sat on another table and he did the thing where the light shines in your eyes and he used the wooden stick to hold my throat open. Then he shined the light in my ears. All the while, I sat there with my breasts exposed. I was well aware that my nipples were still pointing out in the cool room. There were goose bumps all over me and I was aware of my bare stomach and the navel that my fiancé says is so sexy.
Then, he did a breast exam. He took my left breast and squeezed it with his hands, feeling for lumps, mumbling about the prevalence of breast cancer in the family. He examined both of my nipples closely and repeated the squeezing of my other tit. My breasts are very sensitive and it actually was turning-me-on a bit. He seemed to be very thorough and I had to acknowledge that it felt good. His hands traced over my breasts and he told me I had "nice tone".
He had me recline on the table. He moved down between my feet and examined them closely, tickling the soles to test the reaction. I tried to keep my legs together, but he casually moved my feet around, exposing the crotch of my panties to his view. They were a little damp due to my normal secretions. I'm sure he had quite a view. I was a bit embarrassed, but it was nothing compared to what happened next.
He pulled down my panties. I went to resist, but he told me he needed to do a pelvic exam. I yielded and allowed him to slide my panties down my legs and over my feet. He put them in the pocket of his lab coat, which I thought was a little unusual. I tried to be modest, but there was no way to cover myself. I have a nice bush on my pussy; it's one of my fiancé's favorite things about me. I laid there, well aware of my nudity. I put my hands over my breasts, but it was pointless with my pussy fully exposed. I wondered if it was a thrill for him to be examining a young woman, but rationalized that he was a doctor and probably wasn't fazed seeing me naked and looking at my pussy.
I was distracted from my concern by him lifting my legs to maneuver them, testing my flexibility, I guess, but exposing my crotch with each movement.
Then, he had me move to the end of the exam table and with my ankles resting on his shoulders, he put his hands on the inside of my thighs and spread me apart. As he examined my private parts, he began to ask questions. At first, I was uncomfortable, but the routine way in which he asked them made it seem like just normal conversation between a doctor and patient. He asked about whether I was having sex with my fiancé. I thought it was none of his business, but he was the doctor.
"We have been having sex, yes."
"How frequently?"
I inappropriately giggled and said, "Every time we see each other. On weekends, four of five times, although it seems like we never stop."
He asked, "Does he perform oral sex on you?"
I wasn't sure what he meant so he clarified, "Does he lick your pussy?" I didn't think pussy was a medical term, but I realized he was trying to help me understand my using common language.
I said, "Gosh no."
He commented, "The reason I ask is that there are certain viruses that can be transmitted orally."
I nodded.
