chapter 2

My flesh erupted in goose pimples and I began to stammer stupidly but he put up one dirty hand to silence me. “Your mom has been after me for a long time to do this, and since you are gonna be gone in a couple months I want to at least send you off to college knowing that something isn’t sneaking up on us. If you won’t do it for yourself at least do it for your mom” he said sounding solemn and all knowing. “Dad, c’mon- can’t I get the physical once I get to school? Or if not that let mom’s doctor do it, mom says she is really nice” I said plaintively. “You are afraid to be seen naked by me, I know Amy, but this might surprise you, but you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. This is what I do, and I am going to be the one giving you the physical” said daddy, his words now made of granite. I slumped my shoulders and stamped my feet wondering if I had I had sufficiently lost the argument. I rolled my eyes in over exaggerated agitation at the tweeting robins and blue jays that flitted between the tree branches high above. Now it was my turn to stare at the ground. The idea of being examined by my step dad, was the biggest fucking turn on! Why had I not thought of this sooner? Oh God, just the idea of this man putting his hands all over my naked skin made me wet. “What’s that daddy, I need to take off all of my clothes? But you’ll see my big boobies!” my mental rehearsal almost bringing a grin to my face that I was determined to suppress- for the moment. Oh and let’s not forget the part where he would give me a thorough inspection down there, prying and pulling apart my girly little cunt. “Why yes daddy, I am lways that wet down there- am I sick?” I knew deep down he would enjoy finally being able to see my naughty parts as much as I would enjoy showing them to him. I was nineteen now and had teased him long enough. It was high time we turned up the temperature on our little game. But I couldn’t let him know how eager I was to expose myself to him so I decided to keep playing the bratty child. “Fine you can do my physical, but it better not take too long, Candace and Kristin are gonna be here at eight” I said haughtily. “That’s fine sweetie, and thank you for doing this, your mom is going to be relieved to know that you are healthy before she sends her baby away” said daddy as I stomped back to the house , tiny fists balled at my side. “Yeah whatever” I casually called back, still relishing my role as the self-absorbed, pissy teenager. I smiled all the way to my bedroom and rubbed my hands together like the stereotypical mustachioed villain from an old movie. “I see you have fallen into my ingenious trap daddy, prepare to meet your doom!” I thought to myself, the ridiculous monologue coursing through my brain. I resolved to begin primpingfor my date, I mean physical, but there was something I needed to do first. I snatched the shiny cylinder from the drawer that lay next to my messy bed. It buzzed and hummed to life and I thrust it down my pants and between puffy pussy lips while yanking down the pink sweats. I had to wonder if daddy could possibly be sneaking up on me out in the hallway and if so, if he could hear my whispered pleas and whines as the vibrator danced with my clit. I nestled into overstuffed pillows that resembled clouds so that I could watch my little pussy become more and more agitated. Looking down I saw my naughty secret, the little tattoo that arched just over the cleft of my pussy. I had gotten the tattoo in total secret, not even my best friend knew that I had it. It was small and inconspicuous enough so that it couldn’t even be seen when I wore one of my retro looking leopard print bikinis to the endless stream of pool parties that I somehow always found myself. The tattoo was both a confession and a secret, composed of Japanese characters. As long as I didn’t fuck anyone who read Japanese, the perception others held of my filthy mind could remain a matter of opinion rather than documented fact. What did the tattoo say? Wouldn’t you like to know? Let’s just say I would give myself the choice of jumping off a bridge or joining a convent if anyone I knew discovered my thus far un-deciphered confession. My hips bucked and rolled as the shiny bullet urged me closer to a scintillating orgasm. I could smell the floral deodorant that I wore and feel dew slowly collecting between my unbridled tits as my body began to light The aroma of tiny rivers of girl cum wafted from my nether regions, telling me that I was close. Primal euphoria tore through me and the mental images of enormous angry cocks pummeling every slippery orifice dissipated like dense mist. My fingers absent mindedly traced the tattoo over my pussy as my body cooled and my mind returned to me. After an hour of primping and preening, I was ready for my promised physical from doctor daddy. I had felt like I needed to wear something special for my big reveal to daddy so I donned the only outfit that seemed appropriate, a plaid skirt that resembled the ones I had worn when I was going to private school and a button down white shirt that left my forearms and a little too much cleavage exposed. Underneath, a pair of pearl colored see through panties adorned my naughty bits and a similarly styled bra strained over my tits. As I looked over my freshly glossed lips, the light shade of blue mascara over my eyes and the provocative uniform I wore, a fluttering tickled the insides of my stomach as I said out loud “let the games begin”. I sauntered downstairs and looked out into the back yard. Daddy was no longer there but his black medical bag was half open, perched on the edge of the kitchen table. I felt my breaths become short and quick as the idea of being subjected to my daddy’s loving exam became all the more real. I reminded myself that there was a time and place for everything as I caught my fingers trying to sneak down to my scantily clad cunt. My fingers fondled his stethoscope as I gingerly teased it out of his bag. I was nothing if not curious. I put the cool metal disc at the end of the instrument against my skin and listened to my heart beat long enough to confirm that I was much more excited about my physical than a good girl had any business being. Still playing, I spoke into the metal end of the stethoscope. “Um, hello?” I said into the metal disc and it replied back. “Hello sweetie”. "Fuck!" I said almost jumping into the ceiling.“Oh shit dad, don’t do that!” I shrieked, turning around to see my daddy walking into the kitchen from behind me. I was not the only one who had changed. Daddy had showered and had put on a white dress shirt that was tucked into a pair of clean khakis. Shiny black alligator skin loafers graced his feet now. A wide smile rose across his face. “Maybe when we’re done with your physical you can give me one” he said gently removing his stethoscope from my neck. “Oops sorry dad” I said remembering that I had been caught red handed, touching things I shouldn’t be touching. “Follow me” he said and I trailed daddy back to his private study, kneading and wringing my hands all the while. “Have a seat Amy” said Daddy now taking a more authoritative tone.              I perched myself along a mahogany leather covered couch that looked like it had been stolen from Sigmund Freud. The lighting in the room was soft and illuminated oak shelves of books interspersed between deep green walls. I had always felt like this was the oldest room in the house and a weird place for my sexy daddy to spend so much time. The room just wasn’t him. “Put this in your mouth” said daddy easing a thermometer under my tongue before I could make a stupid joke. Next he flashed a small light into each of my eyes, gently pulling back my lids. “Pupils look good” he said to himself. “You have really beautiful skin Amy, that’s a really positive sign as far as we’re concerned” he said as he slid his bare fingers over my jaw and down my neck as if checking for texture. “Thmam mu dmmy” I said forgetting the thermometer was still in my mouth and Daddy took the clear cylinder out. “I mean thank you Daddy” I said. “You can get start to get undressed, your mom wants me to be thorough” he said and I could not be sure if he was being professional or a tease. “Sure thing” I cooed and began unbuttoning my white top. One button, two buttons, and then three became unfastened. The thin white fabric slid off my shoulders and onto the floor exposing breasts that spilled out of the confines of my purposefully inadequate bra. Daddy was rummaging through his black leather bag, looking for something that was not there. He looked up and over to me as if he were about to say something. But he froze. Whatever he had intended to say couldn’t have been that important because nothing came out of his mouth, but that was okay because his eyes spoke volumes as they scanned the tops of my nearly exposed tits. He almost seemed surprised that his step daughter was in his private office, nearly naked. Her secrets so willingly displayed. I bit the bottom of my lip, and was pleased at how well the game was going. I didn’t break eye contact with daddy while I slid the plaid school girl skirt over my thighs and down my calves. “Make this last, don’t go too quick” I told myself as the starched material fell away revealing under wear that was most likely still illegal in some countries. Daddy maintained my gaze, and it would have been easy to imagine he was enjoying this as much as I was. I wanted him to drink in every round curve and every inch of flaunted skin. He didn’t speak, just eased to the side of me on the couch and put the stethoscope on to the left of my spine listening. “Breathe deep baby” he said his voice suddenly velvety. His thumb and forefinger played with the tips of long blond hair that draped over the middle of my back, while my hand drifted to my step father’s thigh. Hard, sinuous contours of rippled leg muscles made it hard to obey my doctor daddy and just breathe. I didn’t dare look back to him to see if he would push me away, for fear of breaking the spell I hoped he was under. “I am going to take this off you now baby” he said and I looked back and nodded stupidly as my bra strap crept off my shoulder. “Just breathe baby” he said again embers and smoke in his voice now. The second strap dangled off my shoulder and now I just needed to unclasp the back, but I realized it was already done for me. And the flimsy bra joined my skirt on the floor and to my surprise I realized that my fore arm was slung over the front of my chest in a pose that made me wonder if Ihad gone too far.