What the Doctor Ordered
by
Larry Marian
Doctor Mike O'Brien looked up from reading the day's editorial on the computer screen when his wife called to him, "Mike, There is a neat pile of folded clothes for Helen on the kitchen table. I know Paola is here, but there is no mention of borrowing a car. Please ask her to get her undies and stuff put away." "I'll put them on her bed and tell her to put them away. I know if I were asked to put away my sister's stuff, I'd be red in the face." With that he moved from the computer room next to the master bed, then down the stairs to the pile of folded teen girl stuff which he picked up, then carried the pile upstairs to his daughter's room. Of course, the bed should have been made by then, but it was rumpled, with very un-neat covers. He set the clothes on the top of her dresser, which was neat, having only a few photos- she and her brother Mike, Paola, her folks, and grandparents with all three kids. He turned from the dresser to straighten the covers. He picked them up from a time when, as a medical student, he got schooled in what a nurse does. He pulled up the sheet, blanket, and quilt to lie it on the bed when he saw something green on the bottom sheet. His hand brought forth a green thong pantie. He pursed his lips then, being a doctor examined the garment to see a stain on what little fabric there was. Not totally surprised, he lifted the covers to find a second garment, red, shaped as a bikini bottom, but a doctor would see at once, it had the slit opening for a penis. He took out his phone. "Helen. I need you in your room at once. Ask Paola to join us when I have you call him a few minutes later. No discussion, dear. Now." Doc Mike put away his phone, then sat on the foot of the bed after arranging the covers to conceal both sets of underwear. Helen came in, dressed in a top with 3/4 length sleeves and knee length shorts, her light brown hair loose. She stood at the door. "What's wrong, Dad?" she asked quietly. "Let's see. We had Rebecca spending the night with you while Paola spent the night with your brother. Correct?" Helen paused for a moment. "I'll put away my stuff away right now, Dad." "Sure, Helen. Before you do, turn back the cover a bit." He looked carefully as she did. The red male bikini underpants came in view. "Okay. Now a bit more." Helen looked down. "I don't have to, Dad. Paola and I made love here and slept here. He came from Mike's room and Becca went to his. I didn't ask what they did." "Helen, my dearest daughter - I didn't think you just slept here. But I wish you and Paola had come to me earlier. Call him now, please." "No. Call him. I already said we'd call soon. Your room, Helen." He tried to look as friendly as he could. As father and daughter stood in her room with the unmade bed, the clean laundry, and the two sets of underwear on the bottom sheet, Doc Mike hugged his daughter. Helen took her phone. "Paola, come to my room now, Thanks." A minute later, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, Paola came in the door to stand beside Helen. "What's going on?" he said, looking around until he saw the two sets of underwear. Then he looked at Helen's dad. "Would I be wrong to say that the red ones belong to you and the green thong belongs to my daughter Helen?" Very quietly, Paola said, "Yes, sir." "So who took off the green thong?" "Uh. I did, sir," Paola said, again very quietly for him. Helen and Paola looked at each other, both looking very uncomfortable. "Who removed the red bikinis?" Doc Mike asked, looking from Paola to Helen. "UIh. I did, Dad," Helen said, lowering her slightly freckled face, "Nothing like co-operation," Doc Mike said. "So Paola removed your bra, Helen?" "No sir. I did when I got ready for bed. I left my thong on and put on a nightgown. Paola said he'd come to my room at 11:30 - our usual time. At 11:30 I took off my nightgown, then waited for Paola. Becca was out of bed when Paola came in just as I got back in bed. He got in bed with me and we made out for a few minutes. So then he took off my thong and I took off his bikini. So a few minutes later we had sex. "We went to sleep, then woke up about four and had sex again. Then Paola woke at six and we did once more." "So did Mike and Becca have sex?" "Probably. Pretty sure," Paola said. "That makes sense. Now, you two had sex three times you say. What kind of sex?" " Uh, you know, Dad. Sex. Paola put his thing in mine...." as her voice got lower. Doc Mike laughed. "Helen, you're fifteen years old now. Your mother sat you down when you were ten. You showed me your first bra at eleven. You had sex ed starting with the fifth grade. Okay. I will accept your having intercourse with Paola. How about oral sex - or should I say blow job or eating out?" "Uh. Yeah. We did that at eleven and at six. Helen sucked me off and I went down on her. " Paola looked at Doc Mike, obviously not sure of what would happen next. "Did you swallow, Helen?" "Yes, Dad. Always. Well, except for the first one or two times I gave a BJ.. " "Okay, kids. This is a doctor speaking, not father or boy friend's girl's father. I'm going to use language like I used at your ages. Don't fuck more than twice in every 24 hours. Okay for the cock, not so good for the pussy. Essentially, have as much oral sex as you want. Don't screw every day. This is good for a lot of reasons. Questions?" "Uh, why is fucking harder on girls than guys?" Helen asked. "Dear, you should know. Paola's cock is covered with external flesh. It's like the flesh on your arm or leg, or even a breast. But your pussy's flesh is softer and produces lubricants. It can tear easier. That's one reason. There are others - but you're a smart girl - you can find other reasons that will make sense to you and your lovers." Helen smiled. "Lovers, Dad?" "Lovers, Helen. You've already said you have a mystery one - or more. I remember that New Year's Eve party you and friends had. I came down dot get a bottle of wine and what did I discover? A very small white bikini bottom. I guess you found it later. " Now, I hope I've made sense to you and Paola. Now, when you and your brother Mike plus Becca, do tell them what I told you and Paola." With that, he stood up, hitched up his belt as though it needed such an action, and said, "Well, things seem better now, Let me climb onto Scalpple and ride away!" Helen and Paola looked at each other. "Your dad's nuts," Paola said. "Yeah, but what he said. He's said we can sleep together and - make love no more than twice a day. Actually sounds like a good idea to me."
That evening at nine thirty the four teens sat on Helen's bed, she having the queen size and largest. She, with Paola's help, recounted what her father, the doctor had told her and her known lover to her brother and his girl friend, Becca. "So you say that we shouldn't screw more than twice a day?" Mike asked. "Yes, younger brother. The idea is to protect us, the girl. Look, Dad said very clearly that we could suck and eat all we want to. That's good for me." Helen said, looking at first Paola and then Mike. "I agree," Paola said. "Well, Becca, we haven't used our quota yet, have we? Mike asked. "No. To your room?" Becca smiled at that as Mike took her hand. "Let's go."