The Doctor is In Ch. 04

But, regardless of what I thought, I continued on, slowly moving my finger in and out of his ass until it was gliding in smoothly all the way. Ted seemed to be completely oblivious to what I was doing -- consumed with either the feeling of my finger, or the act of sniffing my panties until I asked him if he was doing okay.

When he didn't answer, I patted him on the back and asked again. "Ted, are you doing alright? Is this hurting you?"

"Oh yeah." He moaned. "I'm fine."

"Okay then," I reassured him, "you can keep doing exactly what you're doing. Feel free to do whatever you need to do to stay relaxed."

I didn't care anymore about keeping up the façade of examining him. The truth was, I was finger fucking my brother's ass while he sniffed my panties and if there was any question that I was okay with it, and if he was okay with it -- I think the question was put to rest for good.

So I began the task of examining the first several inches of his colon by sliding and twisting my finger in and out of his ass as I felt inside for bumps. I was deliberate in my actions, but, I didn't use a lot of pressure and I moved at a constant rate so he wouldn't become stressed. Not only that, but, I wanted him to grow accustomed to the feel of my finger in his butt and come to fully accept it.

I knew first hand that this was an excruciatingly humiliating and humbling examination, but, Ted laid there like a trooper and didn't clinch down on me. For a solid five minutes my finger slipped in and out of his ass, gently feeling the sides of his lower colon. I knew in the first thirty seconds his colon was fine, but, I kept it up, finger fucking his ass until he was so relaxed and so loose, my finger was gliding in and out of him smoothly and without any resistence what so ever.

Along the way, Ted started to make a low groaning noise each time my finger slipped deeply into his ass.

"Does that hurt?" I asked, followed by, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" My brother panted. "You don't have to stop."

"Does it feel good, then?" I asked, completely not believing I'd even ask such a thing.

"Uh...." Ted mumbled. "Yeah, it's good." He managed to say in between his panting breaths.

So, smiling to myself, I finger fucked my brother's ass as I watched his breathing and the way he was sniffing my panties. Curiously, I bent my head down and looked between his legs to see his penis straining out angrily from his crotch. There was a huge drop of precum hanging by a thread from the tip of his cock and the bedspread beneath him had a stain about an inch in diameter where he'd been leaking.

Uncontrollably, I put my free hand under the tip of his penis and caught the clingy drop on my fingertip just as it dropped and pulled it in front of my face. His precum was clear and slippery, and without another moment of thought, I put my finger in my mouth and I tasted it.

My heart was thumping fast and I could feel my blood racing through my veins as I tasted his seminal lube. It was sweet and slippery in my mouth, and once it hit me that that I'd just tasted the fluid from my own brother's penis, I got a thumping in my chest that radiated all the way through me. My face and head immediately felt hot and I knew I was blushing worse than I'd ever blushed in my life.

My total dive into depravity was complete now. I'd done things with my brother in the last hour I'd never even done with any of my boyfriends or lovers. And to make it worse, I was still finger fucking his ass and I was probably enjoying it just as much as he was.

I was hot. I was excited. I was aroused and turned on - and I absolutely loved every second of it. The feeling of power that I felt over him was consuming me, and the more I exercised it, the more he accepted it.

But, I wanted more. I needed more. And, the way to get it was to get him to offer it to me, voluntarily.

"Ted," I asked, as I gently ran my free hand across his hip and across his back, "you still doing alright?"

"Yes." He groaned.

"Your lower colon feels fine. I can't feel any polyps or lumps. I have one more examination to do, but, before I do that one, can we just relax and talk for a few minutes? I can keep my finger in you if you'd like that."

"Yeah," he panted, "keep your finger in there, though."

"Sure." I agreed. "Do you think we be honest with each other while we talk? I'll promise if you will."

"Yeah," he panted again, "that's fine."

"Thanks, Ted." I said as I slowly slipped my finger all the way into him and then almost all the way out and then back in."

"It feels good when I do this, doesn't it?" I asked softly, almost whispering.

"Oh, hell yes." My brother moaned.

"I like it, too, Ted," I replied, "and to be honest, I've enjoyed everything. Touching you..... and feeling you, seeing you naked and.... uh..... seeing you in my panties."

I felt his ass clinch up and I stopped moving my finger inside him.

"Just relax, now." I said, encouraging him and rubbing the small of his back softly. "Come on," I continued, "Don't tense up on me just because I said that. Please, Ted..... I'm just being honest."

Softly, I told him I wasn't upset with him about wearing my panties, and I told him again I thought they looked cute on him. I told him I thought he had a beautiful penis, and how much I wished I'd seen it long before now.

I felt my brother relax his grip on my finger and as I began to slowly fuck his ass again, I asked, "Do you mind telling me how long you've been wearing my panties?"

"A long time." He answered.

"How long, Ted?" I inquired. "It's okay, you can tell me. I'm not going to get upset."

"A long time, Sally." He said after a short pause. "Since you were in high school." He added.

"Wow! That's a hell of a long time." I thought to myself.

But, after hearing this, I was more interested than ever, and I had more questions to ask. So, as I kept my finger moving in and out of his cute butt, I asked my questions.

"So, since high school you've been taking my panties and wearing them? Keeping them, too?" I asked.

"I only kept the ones I wanted to wear." He said, softly. "The other ones I always put back in the laundry basket."

As we talked, I constantly reminded him that I wasn't mad. I even told him no one would ever know about our conversation or his panty wearing. So, after a few minutes I gained his confidence and then it all came out. He made a full confession to me -- telling me everything I wanted to know, and more.

As part of his confession, he told me my panties were the only panties he ever stole - there were no other female's panties he was interested in. I learned that when I was still living at home, in high school and when I came home from college, he'd go through my things to find the clean panties he wanted to wear, and the worn panties he wanted to 'use'. He was forthcoming and honest when I asked him what 'using' meant, and when he told me that he used them when he masturbated, I about fainted.

So, I'm a big girl now, and I've got a few years under my belt. I've read some things and I've heard some things. I know it's not that unusual for guys to have a panty fetish. But, when a guy has a panty fetish, isn't it almost across the board? I mean, guys with a panty fetish don't normally focus their fetish on just one girl, right? And isn't it pretty rare that guys who have a panty fetish usually act on their fetish with someone other than a family member?

When I asked him about this, his answer was straight forward and almost logical. "We wear the same size, and you buy the styles I like to wear." My brother began. Then he continued, saying, "And I like the way you smell down there and, uh..... the way you look in them."

I'd already accepted the fact that he was sniffing my panties, and I have to admit I was flattered beyond belief at the thought of him holding my worn panties to his nose as he yanked his beautiful, perfect cock, but, I didn't understand what he meant by the way I looked at in them.

"You haven't seen me in my panties for years, Ted. Not since we were kids." I said. "Or, have you?" I asked.

Ted seemed to tense up when I asked him about seeing me in my panties, and when he didn't reply after a minute, or so, I stopped moving my finger in his ass and told him to be honest and just tell me the truth. From the way he was acting, I just assumed, some way or the other, he had seen me in my panties, but I was curious when and how.

"Come on, Ted," I said, "I won't get mad and I really don't mind if you've seen me partially undressed. Just be honest and tell me about it."

When my brother still didn't answer me, I slowly pulled my finger all the way out of his butt and scooted up next to him. "I'll finish the exam if you tell me, Ted."

My brother turned his head around and looked at me. "Can't we just drop it?" Ted asked. "You'll get mad at me if I tell you. I know you will."

"No I won't, Teddy." I replied, using the name I used for him when we were kids. I put my hand on his shoulder and gently patted him, saying, "Come on, don't be afraid. You don't have to worry about telling me. Why don't you just close your eyes and smell my panties while you tell me about it."

As I shuffled back down to the end of the bed, I noticed the stain on my comforter under his leaking cock had grown significantly. The thought crossed my mind that I could probably get the information out of him if I gave his throbbing cock some attention, but, I didn't want to do that. I wanted him to tell me the truth on his own.

So as I got into position again next to his butt, I squeezed some more lubricant out on my fingers and told my brother to take a deep breath and hold it for a few seconds. When he did, I slowly put my lubricated finger into his butt and gently pushed it in.

Ted moaned as he felt my finger entering his ass, and I noticed immediately that he didn't clinch up on me. In fact, if anything, I felt him relax the more my finger went in. Once my finger was completely inserted in his ass, I asked him again to tell me when and how he saw me in my panties.

I began to finger fuck him again, sliding my finger in and out of his butt slowly but rhythmically. "How does that feel, Teddy?" I asked.

"Hmm." He moaned to me. "Good. It feels really good."

"I can make it feel better, Teddy." I said. "But I need you to be honest with me and tell me when you saw me in my panties. Can you do that for me?"

I waited a few seconds for him to answer and then I stopped my finger fucking and began to rub around his prostate gland. His reaction was almost immediate -- he moaned out loud and his cute butt wiggled under my touch.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" I asked.

My brother moaned in response to my question, but, sadly, he still didn't answer my question. I knew what would make him talk, though.

Stopping my prostate massage, I carefully picked up the tube of lube with my left hand, held it upside down pointing down into the palm of my hand, and squeezed it as best I could until a dollop of lubricating jelly came out. Then setting the tube aside, I spread the lube around by rubbing my fingers together.

Then carefully, I bent my head down to see what I was doing and wrapped my fingers around the head of Ted's cock, circling his corona in a circle I made with my thumb and forefinger. At the same time, I began massaging his prostate again.

"Oh, fuck!" Ted groaned. His breathing picked up and he moved my panties right up against his nose and I knew he was inhaling my scent with every breath.

"You like that, Big Brother?" I asked.

"Oh, Gawd, Sally." He exclaimed. "That feels so fucking good."

"I bet I can make you ejaculate this way, Teddy." I whispered down at him. "Would you like that? Would you like me to make you cum?"

"Oh, please!" He begged.

"All you have to do is tell me the truth about when and how you saw me in my panties and I'll do it, Ted...... I'll make you cum. Right here -- as soon as you tell me. You can relax, lie there and sniff my panties and I'll give you the best orgasm you've ever had, Teddy. I promise it will be something you'll never forget."

"And you swear you won't get mad at me? You'll never hold it over my head, threaten me, or, hold it against me?" He asked as he panted.

"I promise, Teddy." I answered. "I give you my word on that. But you have to tell me the complete and honest truth. You can't leave anything out. Do we have a deal?"

"Alright." He said. "I'll tell you everything, but, remember -- you gave your word."

I knew I had him now. I really didn't care how he saw me in my panties -- he's my brother, and it didn't matter to me that much at all. What I was really interested in, though, is having the power over him to make him tell me something he didn't want to tell me.

I'm sure his closely guarded confession would amount to nothing -- maybe I didn't close a door all the way when I changed clothes, or something like that, but Ted has always been the one to try to have the last word, or get the upper hand when ever he could. Having him in this position with one of my fingers on his pleasure point, and my other hand gently twisting around the most sensitive spot on his penis -- I knew he'd give in. Any man would.

And just to prove to him I wasn't kidding, I began to increase the pressure of my prostate massage and I tightened my grip under the head of his cock and speeded up my twisting motion. The lubricant allowed my hand to move quickly and effortlessly as I applied pressure to his corona, and within just a few seconds, I had him moaning out loud and panting so hard he had to pull my wet panties away from his face so he could breathe.

Then suddenly, I stopped. I stopped the prostate massage and I stopped circling around his cock head.

"Ted." I said, rather sternly. "I'm waiting."

"Okay. Okay." My brother answered. "It started back when Mom and Dad put the pool in.... you were in high school."

"And?" I said, encouraging him to continue.

"Remember how they remodeled the bathroom right after that? And, you know how they put in those wood shutters on the inside of the window?" Ted asked.

"Uh huh." I replied.

"Well," he went on, "there's a small gap at the bottom of those shutters. If the curtain on the inside isn't pulled together perfectly, you can peek in from outside and see the whole bathroom perfectly."

As soon as he said it, I instantly understood what he was saying. Mom wanted the downstairs bathroom enlarged when we put the pool in that summer. Both Ted and I always had our friends over in the pool and Mom said she wanted a bathroom large enough so people could change into their swim suits there, shower off and change back into their regular clothes without roaming all over the house. To make a long story short, they enlarged the bathroom, put in this huge walk in shower with two shower heads, a seat and a clear glass door, a nice vanity, heat lamps and really did the new bathroom up nice. It looked like one of those bathrooms in the home decorating magazines.

Well, ever since that summer, that bathroom has been my bathroom of choice and I've always used it. I used it before I left for college and when I came home. After I graduated, I moved home for a while and I used it then. Once I got out on my own and got my own place, I'd use that bathroom any time I was at Mom and Dad's. Plus, any time I came over to swim, which has been at least once or twice a week. I'd even been trying to swim three times a week in the last few months. It's good exercise and, besides -- I like to swim.

The bottom line was, if he'd been peeking into that bathroom from the outside since I was in high school, he's seen a lot more than just me in my panties. He's seen me naked. Not only that, but he's probably seen me naked with a bikini wax. I could easily recount numerous times I played with myself in the shower, using the removable shower head and holding it so it would pulse against my coochie. I've shaved my legs in there and shaved my pussy. The clear glass doors are just that -- clear, so, if he was peeking from outside, he saw absolutely everything I ever did in that bathroom.

I started to blush when I thought about everything he might have seen, and when it hit me that he'd probably seen me changing tampons or pads during my periods, it all became crystal clear to me. He's seen everything -- and I mean absolutely everything there was to see.

"Oh." I said. It's all I could say. I sat there in complete rapture running the past fifteen years or so back through my mind realizing I had no privacy in there at all. In the matter of a few seconds it hit me he'd seen the changes in my body as I got older and everything I'd done in that bathroom.

I know I told Ted I wouldn't be angry, but I was. I was really angry. And I was extremely hurt. I felt humiliated and I was embarrassed more than I'd ever been in my whole life. To think I'd been spied on in my own bathroom for so many years, and I didn't even know it -- I was crushed.

"Sally," Ted said, turning his head back to look at me, "please, let me explain for a minute. I know you're probably mad at me right now, but let me explain."

I lost all interest and desire to finish what I'd started with Ted's prostate exam and his cock. With no regard to him at all, I pulled my finger out of his ass and let go of his cock. Almost in a dream, I just sat there, staring across his body at the wall in front of me. I was too shocked to do anything but that.

I think Ted knew what his final confession had done to me. He'd hurt me down to the core of my being and all I could do is sit there. "It's not what you think." He said.

I sat there for a good ten minutes, staring at the wall, while Ted tried to explain. He told me it started accidentally when he was picking up around the pool one day after we'd both had our friends over to swim. He said he didn't intend to spy on me, but when he walked by the window, he saw me taking my swim suit off and couldn't turn away. He told me I was beautiful and sexy, and he told me I was the first female he ever saw completely naked. He told me how he stood outside the window and watched me shower and dress, putting on just my panties while I dried my hair. I listened to him tell me the whole story and then how he began to peek on me after that when ever it was safe to do so.

He said I became his fantasy girl, watching me and masturbating as he peeked. Then, his desires grew, he started keeping track of which panties I wore and he'd try to get them out of the laundry basket the next day. Soon, he was sniffing my panties alone in his bedroom and then would also use them while he peeked on me. He developed a thorough panty fetish over the years, and I was the center of it. Eventually, he even started wearing my panties, along with sniffing them and peeking in on me.

"Sally, believe me," he said, "I never did any of this to hurt you. I mean, you're so beautiful, and so sexy. You're the cutest girl I've ever known. I'd never do anything to hurt you."

Then he laid the real bombshell on me.

"I have a hard time with women, Sally." He began. "Whenever I've started to get serious about a woman, and we try to have sex, I can't do it. Uh.... I can't get it up.... I can't get hard. I've been to doctors and there's nothing wrong down there, but, I just can't get hard with them."

"But, I can get hard when I think about you..... or when I have your panties.... or when I look at you." He added. "I'm sure it's some kind of physiological thing, but, you're the only woman that gets me hard. Damn, Sally, please understand -- without you, I don't have any sex life at all."

I listened to my brother's explanation, and I have to admit my anger subsided and I felt sorry for him. As a nurse, I know the brain is just as important to sexual stimulation as the genitals are. But, I was still feeling hurt.