Doctor Eva

"I said - "

"I'm sorry. I was kidding. No, no problems."

"Examining room humor. Nothing like it," said Eva, chuckling and shaking her head.

A massage-like check of his neck confirmed no lymph node problems. Using her stethoscope, she first listened to his heart, but a page was turned when she listened to his chest. It wasn't just having him breathe deeply. She rested her head on his chest, her eyes closed, "breathe... deeper... again... hold it. Okay, turn around." She repeated this little dance, her body pressed against his, steadying herself with a hand on his shoulder. Good thing she didn't go to prom with him, I thought. "Turn back."

He just stood there. He must have thought he was done. Eva just smiled.

"What?" Tommy asked.

"Go on. Trousers, too. Get undressed."

"Take your pants off, Tommy," Anita ordered. The second glass of wine was having an impact on our, um, bedside manner, and I could see a faint blush on Anita's face. Well, that was understandable. The room was getting warmer.

Tommy stepped out of his pants and hung them behind the door.

Eva palpitated his abdomen, causing Tommy to jump.

"Does that hurt?"

"No, I'm just... sensitive."

"Oh, you mean you're ticklish. Well," said Eva, "how about this? And here? And here?"

Her fingers were poking him all over his abdomen and waist. I loved hearing him laugh, even more with his half-hearted attempts at protesting. He was cute like this. Even Anita thought so.

"See," she observed, "you aren't the only one who can have fun during an exam. And boxers. Good for you!"

"Yeah. Mom won't let me wear briefs most of the time, unless there's practice or a game."

"You know why, don't you?" Eva asked. "I swear," she said, sitting down and turning to me, "sometimes it seems like half of my practice is infertility for the men and urinary tract infections for the women, and it's all because of underwear."

"I've ditched her thongs, too."

"TMI, Mom," Anita protested.

"Hey," Eva retorted, "She's just looking out for you. Who wants more?"

She filled our glasses.

"Hop up on the table."

"Reflexes?"

"That's right," she answered, retrieving the mallet. A few tries getting the desired result, she passed it to Anita.

"Ow!" protested Tommy.

"Not so hard, Honey," I cautioned.

"Sorry. I'm making a mess of things."

"Don't let it shake your confidence," instructed Eva. "Try again, just not as forceful."

This time she got it right.

"Tommy, stand up again. There are several places we check lymph nodes, Anita, and we check in certain areas because more are gathered there. First, both sides of the neck, like I did before, right here. You try. Good. Feel anything unusual?"

"No."

"If you do, tell me, because I can miss something, too. Tommy, hands on your head. Next, we check his armpits."

Tommy struggled to stay still, but he was laughing and twitching too much. Eva smiled playfully, her eyes sparkling, when she started quickly prodding his rib cage.

"St - stop!" he pleaded.

"All right, Anita, you try," said Eva.

Anita smiled at him, more like she knew he was under her control, but good for her, she tried to maintain a professional demeanor, except for a few quick pokes in his stomach.

Eva let out a big breath. We were all flush by now, and it had been something of a long week, so none of the girls thought anything of it when Eva held up her glass.

"More," she told Anita, and of course, she charged all of us, then taking her seat again in front of him. Tommy was definitely driving us home.

"Now, speaking of 'more,' Tommy?"

"Yeah?"

"More!"

"More?"

"Yes. More."

"How much more?"

"Everything, of course."

"There's no room in your glass."

"My glass? Come on, Tommy you know I'm not talking about wine," she said playfully.

"What then?" I really couldn't tell if he was that clueless or if this was his way of delaying the inevitable.

"Your boxers."

"What about them?"

"Take them off," she firmly but softly ordered. Eva looked and sounded... hungry.

He hesitated. Bad move.

"Would you like me to step outside?" I asked.

"He said you could stay, Carol."

"But I didn't think -" started Tommy.

"You didn't think what?" Eva asked. "You've had physicals before, haven't you?"

"Yeah. At least every year."

"Well, then this should come as no surprise. We need to see you naked."

She looked up at him in such a nurturing way. Anita was breathing through her mouth.

"Now, young man," Eva purred, hooking her thumbs under the waistband on each hip, "when I said 'undressed,'" sliding her hands behind him and pushing them down, exposing the top of his ass. She continued this downward pressure as her hands slowly returned to the front, exposing his rug of pubic hair and just the beginning of his shaft. She smiled up at him while her hands slid back again. Now Tommy's tush was completely exposed, the waistband holding steady right underneath. The poor boy. His penis was already rigid, pushing against the cotton and giving me a view through the slit from my angle. She brought her hands to the front again, this time not doing anything to remove his last vestige of clothing. Instead she gently took hold of each boxer leg.

"I meant... " Her eyes were fixated on his. He almost looked terrified as she gave a gentle tug.

"Completely"... Anita fixated on his exposure. Heck, so did I. Have you ever seen a horror movie, and you know what's coming, you just don't know when it's coming? Well, this damn sure wasn't horror, but the build-up was all the same. All of us knew, even Tommy, where Eva was going with this, and my Baby was incredibly turned on, being stripped by a woman doctor in front of a nurse and student nurse. In a way, this was a very tender sight. The only thing holding up his underwear was the head of his jutting penis.

"Breathe, Baby, it's okay," I encouraged him, unable to help myself. I started caressing his back. Backside, too.

"Undressed," Eva whispered, with one last tug. She let his underwear just fall down his legs. Tommy gasped as his penis sprang free and bobbed in the cool air - cool to him, at least. We quickly emptied our glasses and filled them again.

"There, that's not so bad, is it?" Eva cooed. "Just go with it. Enjoy yourself. Think about all the pleasurable sensations, and Tommy?"

"Yes?" he stammered.

"Don't worry about your penis."

Tommy let out a soft whimper at the same time Anita suppressed a giggle, and it almost killed the moment. I couldn't remember a time when I was more disappointed with her. I went straight to my lecture voice.

"Anita, one of the quickest ways to face a disciplinary board is if you laugh at a patient. And if it goes up to a state board - because he can skip the hospital and start there - that will follow every one of your job applications."

"Listen to her," seconded Eva. "Those things can ruin careers."

"I'm sorry," Anita apologized.

"I know he's your step-brother, but he's the one that should get the apology. Erections are a part of masculinity, and he is one very healthy (was I really staring at his cock?) young man."

Anita was beet-red, and it wasn't just from the wine. Her apology really was genuine and contrite, and Tommy proved himself the perfect gentleman by the way he accepted it. He hugged her, took her hands in his, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. If there was a silver lining, it was that Tommy seemed more comfortable and relaxed. Well, one part of him did, anyway. His legs still trembled a little, and I tried not to make it too obvious when I took a glance, but this was way different when I spied on him at the pool. I hadn't been this close to a completely nude young man in ages, not even on the ward, and he was so close, so aroused, that my feelings conflicted even more than when I watched his nighttime swim. The alcohol played a role, too. I hoped that being tender and reassuring helped. It was the least I could do. With that little awkwardness out of the way, Eva continued.

"Come sit by me, Anita. Where were we?"

"Limp - lymph nodes, " she slurred.

"Lymph, lymph nodes. His nodes aren't... limp. I mean, they're not called that."

Their eyes were fixated on his erection, and they were so close to him that he had to feel their breathing.

"The th-third place, I mean, except around the abdomen, is right here in his groin area, here, where his legs meet up with his torsho, um, torso. I'm okay, Tommy, really. You want to run your thumbs along this area, right here, and check for... any... swelling."

Eva seemed more interested with another kind of swelling. His hard penis freely bounced. Tommy's eyes had rolled back, totally absorbed by Eva's "examination." When she turned the reins over to Anita, my girl looked at me, waiting for a nod of approval which I eagerly gave, all the while reassuring Tommy by telling him, "Don't worry. You're doing fine. It's okay." My light touches over his back and legs helped.

Nobody said anything, not right away. He was becoming even harder than he was in the pool. Of course, it was easy for us to tell him not to worry. We weren't the ones stark naked with a raging hard-on in front of family and a near-stranger for the first time. I don't count my stint as a pool voyeur. There was a big difference between ogling Tommy from afar and trying to reassure him by caressing his body. Tight and firm. Muscular. Sensuous. Maybe that's why he was trembling. Or maybe it was because his cock was so close to Eva's face - I mean like no more than an inch or two - that he was hoping she'd start sucking him any second now. Baby's first blow job, as far as I knew.

"How ya doing, Tommy?" asked Eva.

She knew damn well how he was doing. Any place else and this would foreplay. Anita was pressing her thumbs deep into groin area - but not roughly- causing his penis to bob and sway. She was watching this delicious movement, practically staring, well past what was necessary to make a determination.

"Can I ask something?" Anita queried.

"Sure, anything," answered Eva.

"It looks like his ba-, uh, scrotum is - I don't know how to say this - contracting."

"I'll answer this, Eva. It might be better coming from me."

Tommy really was afraid to breathe.

"Anita, Tommy's... circumcised." Nothing like stating the obvious. "So, what this means is that he doesn't have the... some of the skin he'd need... to 'accommodate' a... full erection. So, his penis, so to speak, 'borrows' some skin from his scrotum to... help matters, and that causes them to tighten."

I think she was more absorbed with what she was doing to him than to my little explanation, because she kept at her regimen throughout it. Tommy couldn't get any more stiff.

"Congratulations, Anita. That is a fully erect penis." Eva liked looking up at Tommy when she said that word.

"When his penis is fully erect, see how it actually angles up from his body. It's not just straight out. Now let me show you something."

Anita flashed up a devilish grin at Tommy and, just leaning forward a little, she and Eva was even closer than before. I couldn't watch. Well, not for long.

"See," Eva instructed, "it starts out straight, and right here - "

Tommy jumped. Eva was touching him, I just knew. I held him closer, and it had been so long since I had held a man so, so, intimately that I lost myself in the moment. My hand glided over his back muscles, down to his waist and back up. "I can only imagine how good this must feel to you," I whispered in his ear. "Go ahead. Enjoy it, Baby."

Yes, I did look down, and yes, Eva was tracing an index finger up and down his penis. I have no idea what he was thinking, but here he was, naked as all get-out, and three women were touching him. Pure bliss.

"This is the shaft, and this shiny part, that's his circumcision scar. See, he wasn't shircum- circumcised - damn, I'm fucked up - we're fine - his foreskin would naturally cover the head of his penis, like this," she said, tugging him. "I can barely get it over his corona, no matter how much I try, see? Be careful with gland, this part here, because it can be real sensitive. Is that sensitive, Tommy? Yeah, it's sensitive. And right here," she continued, "is the meatus," rubbing her thumb over the tip. "He's lubricating, which, you know, 'helps' during sex but it's not as much as women do. Now, you try," Eva told Anita.

Eva and Anita both sipped some more wine, and I joined them, and then, Tommy was looking right down at his step-sister as she held her fingertips so close to his shaft and stopped.

She looked at Eva and asked, "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Have you heard any of this in college?"

"Not in class."

What did she mean by that?

"Then yes, it's okay."

There was something very knowing in her eyes as she studied her brother's facial reactions, running her fingers along his penis. Yes, that's right - fingers. She had good technique. She was driving Tommy crazy. He didn't breathe so much as he gasped. "Don't hyperventilate," I cautioned him.

I wasn't exactly helping the situation. He was just so firm "back there" that a girl couldn't be blamed for wanting to play with him. Good thing he showered before the appointment. My fingers quivered as they slowly ran up and down his crease, and at least in one regard, that kind of pushed him over the edge, in a manner of speaking, because that's when Tommy returned the favor and started playing with my ass, too. Gawd, it felt wonderful.

"Let me show you something else, Anita." That kind of brought me back to reality. "Tommy has a little crook up right here," she said, practically tickling him, "but with some men, it's much more pronounced and it actually causes the penis to point straight up."

That's when she actually gripped his penis and ran her thumb along the underside to make it bend like she just described. I can't describe the noises Tommy made. But I had to hand it to him. Most guys would lose all self-control at this point, or at least take matters into their own hands, but not Tommy. See, Eva wasn't just holding it in position for comparison. She was "demonstrating the difference" over and over. And between getting one heck of a hand job, feeling me up and me feeling him up, Tommy started to relax and get into it.

"You're going to see all kinds, and co-, uh, penishes - penises can become erect to any angle. It just depends on the guy."

"Huh?"

"Ish like a bell curve. About two-thirds are going to point up. A few go straight up or almost straight up, like this" pointing his penis to the ceiling and pulling it down just a little. "But something like shixty percent are between a 30 degree and 85 degree angle, in thish range." She was stroking him as she "demonstrated." "Now, only about ten pershent are straight out, like this. I have to hold it here because he looks like a 40 degree angle kind of guy. And then 20 percent actually point down in this range, and then just a few are straight down or almost straight down, in this range."

She finally let his penis go and watched it spring to its naturally erect state.

"Your turn."

Anita's fingers were already used to stroking him. Now she could manipulate him. And did she ever. "Like this?" she asked coyly, and just as coyly, Eva answered, "Yes, very good!"

Tommy looked at me, and, well, with the wine and everything, all I could do was look at him with the best of my bedroom eyes. Have you and your boyfriend wanted to kiss each other for the first time, and neither didn't want to make the first move? That's how we looked at each other. I really could have used some lip-lock right about then.

Based on our experience, Eva and I both knew that Tommy's balls had to be aching. He needed a release just on humanitarian grounds. But no, Eva was just getting warmed up, which is why she must have gone to the next part of the exam.

"What's a hernia?" she asked Anita. She blinked several times, and her head wasn't exactly balanced. Goodness gracious. My Anita is tipsy.

She let out a sigh, then said, "the protrusion of an organ or the fascia of an organ through the wall of the cavity that normally contains it."

"Wow. Very good. And if I wanted a talking dictionary, I could get an app for it on my iPad. Tommy, did you understand that?"

Tommy couldn't answer. He was laughing too much. It certainly took some tension off him because he started to soften. Eva would have none of it. She started purposefully massaging his balls, if for no other reason than to get him rock hard again. He loved it.

"Tommy, did you understand that?"

"Oh... no," he whispered.

"There. See? Anita, you're going to be on the front lines, and you have to be able to explain to patients what's going on in terms they understand. Try again."

Eva was still gently squeezing him, studying his penis as she kept him stiff.

"Tommy?" Anita asked.

"Yes," he gasped, his eyes as big as saucers.

"Try opening your eyes and looking at me."

Nice come-back. He was warm and wet between his legs. His ass felt good. Get big and stiff for me, Baby. Mommy just might have to suck you off. Here. Let me pull your cheeks apart. You like the cool air rushing in, don't you?

"Tommy, sometimes our organs don't stay where they were meant to stay."

"Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm."

"Slow down. Take deep breaths," I whispered, flicking his ear with the"l" and puffing with the "p" and "r." I nibbled his lobe. Eva was more forceful in her massaging. When was I going to get to touch his cock?

"The most common place this happens is in the groin area with the intestine - "

Tommy whimpered and jumped when Eva's finger dipped back and stroked his perineum. "Much better," encouraged Eva. "Now tell him how we check it."

"We have to manipulate your scrotum," Anita explained, taking them in her hand and letting them roll through her fingers.

Tommy was visibly wobbling, more so when Eva wrapped her hand around his cock, muttering "I'll keep this out of the way." If she hadn't, I was going to.

"Press your finger here," instructed Eva. "Cough, Tommy. What did you feel, Anita?"

"It presses."

"Did you feel anything bulge out?"

"No."

By now, my Boy was oozing out of his meatus, and it seemed only natural that Eva was nonchalantly rubbing her thumb all over it. She casually fondled him as she stood, telling Tommy to lay down on the examining table. He seemed almost relieved, and he was so cute the way he breathed heavily with his penis waiving in the air. Eva extended a stirrup at the end of the table, then placed Tommy's foot in it.

"Get the other one," she told Anita, and for the first time, he really protested.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, kicking his foot away from Anita.

"Hey, hey, hey," argued a perturbed Eva, "you don't think we're gonna hurt you, do you? We got juss a couple of things left and we're done, okay. If you don't want her to do it, you can do it on your own."

He was so embarrassed when he looked to me. It was all I could do to just nod my head and smile. And slowly, Tommy's legs spread wide, giving us all a clear view of him - cock, balls, pleasure patch, and his ass - not knowing why he was doing this and what he could expect.

"Take his blood pressure, Anita."

"I already took hish pressure."

"Do it again."

She blinked a few times, got her balance, and started to get the cuff machine.

"What are you doing?" asked Eva.

"You said to take his blood pressure."

"And did I say to use a machine?"

"I'll get one of the manual cuffs."

"I didn't shay to get one of those either. What are you going to do if you're out by yourshelf and you don't have those, huh? What are you gonna do then? Can you take his - his pressure without some kind of device?"