Balancing Love versus Duty

What, humor coming from Joan? That was a start.

Mom was another problem. She was old school. Somehow we were are supposed to know about sex without ever talking about it and people with health issues are supposed to not need it. I asked her to arrange for her daughter to have more privacy. That somehow, we needed her to relax more and not be so depressed. She finally paid attention when I told her some patients killed themselves in this state.

The next week a smiling, still unsteady Joan entered my office. "I'm in love Dr. Walters. I'm in love with a pearl rabbit. He sure goes through the batteries though."

We talked for a while. This had helped. Her fingers had not. Her own erratic movements had kept her from concentration and release. She told me how her room now had a lock and a stereo to drown out the hum. Never had she touched me before, but today she hugged me with tears in her eyes and said, "Thank You." She meant it. I had actually helped a patient improve the quality of her life.

Joan's brother was a worldly, intelligent man. He didn't seem to fit with his mother. He was in his mid-forties, divorced and successful. "Can you take the time to teach your sister how to use a computer and surf the Internet?"

"Yes, I can do that. I can get her a computer. I'll enjoy that. She told me what you did for her. She is happier. Thanks"

"I want her mind busy. It will keep her from thinking about the pain. The more distractions the better."

"Do you really want her to look at porn?"

"Only if she does. She hasn't had a chance to develop that way. Her age and surging hormones are making her face how much she has missed. She is sad and depressed. But maybe some of the thousands of subjects on the internet can keep her mind off her pain a few moments. Any relief will help."

"You know she is a virgin at 32?"

"No, I did not know that but it explains a lot. We are all designed to touch and love to be touched." My words sounded strange off my lips. Did I really say that? Maybe that was Tony. "Set up an appointment on your way out for about a month. If you bring her, instead of your mom, it might help. I only want to talk some more and see how she is doing."

I did not have the guts to try another experiment with another patient. I waited to see Joan. I read the business pages. Tony was first touted a savior, now they weren't sure. Some of his decisions were being second guessed.

I knew that would not bother him. He had always been hired for the long range fixes that others could not do because they folded under pressure. I knew he would succeed. There was never a woman in the pictures. I wished I were there with him.

Joan walked more confidently into my office this time. I looked straight into her eyes and she blushed. "Do you want your brother to join us today?"

"That would be OK, but only if he wants to."

Brian was ill at ease at first. "How is she doing at learning the computer?"

"Pretty good. Most of the time we still use it together."

This time he blushed and she held her breath. "I'm her doctor. Can you tell me what is going on? Joan, you are looking better. Your gait is better and you are not jerking as much today. Is that just today, are you taking more medications or do you think things are better?"

"Definitely better. I am more relaxed now. When the pain flares up, I have other things to try instead of just more drugs. My toy and now Brian..............." She trailed off and looked shocked at what she had said.

"Yes, now Brian?"

We talked around the subject then Brian said, "One evening we had looked at porn and Joan asked if she could see me. I showed her and she touched me. I've done the same with her. But nothing else, I swear."

"Brian, if it helps, I'm all for it. You are both caring and beautiful adults. I'm not the morals police. Are you both safe and disease free?"

Joan jumped in, "O we would never----"

Brian interrupted her, "Joan isn't on the pill and I've never been checked for STDs, but we haven't done anything either."

"All that is fine. Let's just be careful." I gave Joan a prescription for birth control and Brian one for blood tests and told him where to go that was discrete.

"Joan, I think we should go back to our regular appointments, unless you notice something of concern with your disease. Email me, keep me posted."

Her hug was warm, soft and knowing. Our nipples touched and stood. I had never been titillated by another woman's touch.

Over the next month, Joan emailed me about twice a week. Each email showed more confidence and skill. Each email thanked me profusely to the point of embarrassing me. I already knew the answers to all the medical questions I needed to ask her so I had her brother and her meet me in a small conference room. I left my medical smock in my office and met with them as just another person, maybe a friend, maybe, someone who could learn something from their last two months.

Brian and Joan arrived holding hands, with him providing her strength and stability. Both were smiling like young lovers. They were both reluctant to open up. I practically begged them to give me the details of their last two months. Joan was alive, ignoring much of her pain, looking lovingly at her brother and full of hope for the first time since I had been her doctor.

Brian started, he was beet red and his hand was nervous over hers, "About a week after we saw you last, Joan was in pain and we were trying to talk about fetishes and look on the web for distractions. We were on an oral site and her body twisted and she cried out."

He had tears in his eyes.

"I reached up to grab her sweat pants and pull them off her. She lifted her hips and moaned in pain. She was searching for anything that would help. I went down on her. At first she was dry and tense but she suffered and let me lick, kiss and suck her pussy. Gradually, she slid forward and I sat with my legs under her desk chair. We both adjusted it until the height was perfect.

I felt pain ripple through her neck and back. I was driven to give my sister some relief. She got wetter and her cries of pain changed into moans. Her legs flared and wonderful juices flowed from her. Her hands tangled in my hair and pulled my mouth into her very hard. It had to hurt her because it hurt me."

Joan added, "The more you kissed and licked, the more the pleasure balanced out the twisting, jerking pain. I tried to rub into you and try to make it even better."

"Her lips opened and sucked my mouth into her. I struggled against her strength to suck and lick her clit. It was as if we were fighting like we did as children. Then her body stiffened and she squirted the most wonderful juices into my mouth and down my neck. I was shocked and in awe of my sister. My mind left me and she could not push me away.

I kept drinking from her and licking her until she climaxed again. Still I could not stop and she curled around my head so her body, her hands and her thighs could hold me still. Her tears dropping on my head brought my sanity back. I had never been so out of control before."

"Brian rose up on his knees and kissed my face. He licked my lips and I licked his. I loved tasting my pussy's juices mixed with his saliva. Neither of us had to say anything. We both knew we had the same fetish for body fluids."

Dr. Walters was maintaining an outward professional decorum but her own cunt was contracting and releasing, begging to be touched and soaking her skirt and the conference room chair. She could smell her own juices and worried for a split second if Joan and Brian could smell her too. Then she hoped they could.

"Without help, I stood and stepped past Brian. I laid down on the floor and spread my legs and reached for him. "Fuck me, Brian." I was soaked and too horny to breathe. I watched him strip for me and this time I knew his rock hard cock was jerking to take my virginity. It dripped pre-cum. He had let me touch him, taste his pre-cum and then let me watch as he jacked himself off into his hand.

"Now I felt his weight on me and his thick cock press into my belly. The smooth helmet parted the lips of my pussy. I said, "Yes," and he pushed. His bell lodged inside me. My eyes pleaded with him and he pushed. It hurt but he did not go inside me. Again he tried. It hurt more. My back twisted and my stress made my body hurt in every cell. I grabbed his head making him look directly into my eyes and I screamed, spitting into his face, "Fuck Me!""

Brian was still blushing but his cock was rock hard. I wanted to reach out and hold it while his sister finished her story, but a tiny ripple of climax went through my body as more juices flowed from between my legs.

"I saw fire in my brother's eyes. He lunged forward hard enough to break concrete with his cock. The pain doubled me over. I had never felt anything so wonderful. It balanced the pain that is always throughout my body and for a fleeting second I was pain free. Blood ran from me, coated his cock and balls and stained the floor.

I screamed into his face again, "Fuck your sister. You always wanted to." I thought he was going to rip me apart and make me stretch inside until I split. It was the most wonderful pain. He wanted to be compassionate and gentle. I screamed again, right into his eyes, "Fuck Me!"

I asked, "Did he do what you asked?"

"He went wild inside me. I hurt and could barely get my legs to work for a week. My hips hurt. Every day that week I pleaded for him to fuck my hurting body. Every day was better than the day before. Last night, he fucked me twice; I was dripping with his cum.

He went down on me and filled his mouth with our combined juices and then rose up to kiss me. We traded our treasure back and forth until we each had swallowed tiny bits until it was all gone. We woke up just in time to come to our appointment with you. We did not have time to bathe. I can still feel streaks of his cum drying on my skin and pulling it tight."

For the first time in her life, professional Dr. Walters came from just words and not being touched. Joan held her. They cried together. Then Joan said, "Thank you for being more than a doctor."

As the three were leaving the conference room, Joan became the doctor, "Robin you can get sick tomorrow or lose Tony's love in his next unfinished heartbeat. Nothing is more important in a woman's life than the love of her man. In my case, my brother and the vibrator you gave me. They kept me from ending my life. Thank you."

The next day a trembling, much humbled Robin called Tony again. As usual he put everything on hold in his multibillion dollar company to talk to her. He was protecting his feelings from more hurt from her. Her own body and soul were screaming for him but her pride still held her back. Right before their call ended, Tony said, "Robin, you know I'm yours. All you have to do is come to me. Things might be a little different from now on, but for my lifetime you are the love of my life."

Robin had had quite a few lovers before she met Tony. She knew many men could please her body. But now we were talking about completing her being and her soul. Now she felt hollow. Her job did not fill her like it did. There would always be sick people for her and generations of other doctors to administer to. She realized she could be the best doctor but still have to reach out and claim some personal life for herself.

While Robin flew to New York, unannounced, to see Tony, she tried to remember all he had told her about his family and the time while he was growing up. Strangely she could remember him asking questions about those things related to her. She could not remember his answers about himself. She had been so self-centered, so self-important that she had not listened.

Did he have brothers and sisters? What were his dreams as a child? Slowly, during the five hour coast to coast flight she realized he was devoted to her every thought and she had not made time for him. He had stuck with her, believed in her, supported her and waited his turn. During the long flight she remembered their wildest nights and tried to remember his confessions. He had disclosed a lot but she did not remember much; her life was more important.

When Robin called Tony from the airport, he was excited, happy and a limo was there to pick her up so fast that the driver must have been ticketed ten times. Tony could not come home before six, so the driver and maid deposited her into the guest room of his penthouse. It was beautiful, expensive, with servants and a drop-dead gorgeous redhead of about forty with her hand extended out to greet her.

"Robin, I'm Aubrey, Tony's slightly younger sister. I'm sure you have a lot of feelings about me considering what he has told you about our time growing up together."

Robin's mind was painfully empty of memories from Tony's stories.

Aubrey's hand was warm, her body exuded sex to either male or female; she was not only beautiful but instantly likeable. Robin felt Aubrey and she had been friends forever after only an hour.

About four Aubrey had already watched Robin unpack, complimented her a dozen times and suggested they make dinner together so it would be ready when Tony got home between six or seven. Robin could not believe how Aubrey's body enticed her. She had felt the same thing during Brian's and Joan's story.

Tony swept through the door and only Robin was in his thoughts. Her hugged her, swung her around and kissed her a dozen times passionately. Robin was embarrassed by his display in front of Aubrey.

Food was not what he wanted. He bathed and enticed Robin to his king sized bed. Strangely, Aubrey was there; her clothing was in the closet; her perfumes were on the dresser and her smell was on her husband.

Aubrey was part of the invisible woodwork while Tony licked and fingered his wife through two climaxes and fucked her through a third. Still he had not cum. In some mind swirling insanity that seemed normal, Robin's face was pushed into Aubrey's soaking cunt and Aubrey's lips were sucking Robin's recently cum filled pussy. Tony urged them on. Robin's climax on Tony's cock and Aubrey's tongue made her clit too sensitive but now her ass was being stretched by her husband's rock hard cock.

Aubrey whispered to her, "Last night and this morning, Tony filled me with his cum. He only talked about wanting you. Suck me hard and pull his cum out of my body and swallow it. That is where he wanted it anyway. He has wanted his cum in you instead of me every day for the last year." Robin sucked, drank and swallowed from Aubrey's flowing pussy. She had never felt so naughty, so dirty and so fulfilled as long as Tony's cock was in her body when she swallowed everything Aubrey was feeding her.

Tony took two days off and kept Robin fucked, loved and satisfied beyond her wildest dreams. His praise and professions of love were endless. She freely gave every inch of her female body to him to please and for Aubrey to rub his cum into her skin. She had never felt so complete.

Sitting at the kitchen table on Friday, Tony apologized to Robin, "I have to go into the office today." He reached for her and she straddled him, sinking his cock into her body so she could feel its head under her belly button. "Don't leave me. Be here when I get home. I love you.

Maybe Aubrey can clear things up." Robin did not hear his words that clearly, she was fucking her husband and her body was sucking the cum out of his balls. He slumped over into her shoulders and caressed her breasts. She felt a tear roll down her neck before he wiped it up and pretended it did not happen.

Pressed and perfectly dressed Tony was about to go out of the front door when his robe clad wife hugged him. Her robe was open and streaks of their combined cum streaked and were drying on her belly and breasts. She asked, "What does Aubrey have to say about us?"

His eyes were full of hurt, rejection and fear that she would leave him again, "I have begged you for a family for ten years. Only work mattered to you and only you mattered to me.

"If we live together again, Aubrey must be with us. For four months she has been carrying your, mine and her son. She knows I wanted him to be growing in your womb but she wanted to give me this gift. I want a daughter and another child. I want your love."

Aubrey had heard his confession. Tears were freely rolling down his cheeks when he left to meet his limousine. Aubrey opened her robe too so her nude body could press into Robin's nude body.

"He loves you more than life. He turned to his sister when you rejected him. Don't you know what you have? He is one of the most powerful business leaders in the world. This morning you reduced him to tears."

Aubrey's two center fingers of her right hand drove up Robin's cunt. They stayed busy, thrusting, pressing into her g-spot and her thumb working against her clit until Robin's legs gave out. Aubrey guided her to sit on a kitchen chair.

Two hours later Robin struggled to wake up. Her mind raced with dozens of pieces of knowledge. At the top of the list was Aubrey was pregnant with her brother's baby boy. The baby she should be carrying. Now she had to decide. Her husband had thrown down the gauntlet, sister and son versus sister, son and the wife who he loved more than life.