Chapter 8: Incest Discovered

Sam vomited over the edge of the bed, then climbed up to help Mom. Cyndi was stunned and didn't know what to do while Rebecca was holding the mask over my face telling me that I was a fuckwit and if I died just because I thought I had to prove something she would never forgive me or talk to me again. This, I thought vaguely, was immensely sensible because I wouldn't be there to forgive or talk to.

Dad had called an ambulance before coming into the room and trying to usher Rebecca and Cyndi off the bed and out of the room. Rebecca was having none of it and violently pulled away from Dad's grip. Dad had also called Dr Morris Steinberg, our GP, who lived not all that far away. At least Mum and Dad were dressed but no one else was, and semen was everywhere, as was female secretions. Cyndi had returned to the bed immediately Dad left to answer the door.

I have no idea what our doctor thought when he hurried into my room, to find three young girls naked and obviously stinking of sex and covered in secretions. My cock hadn't even gone down much and was covered in Sam's juices. I was at least conscious this time and watched Dr Steinberg take in the scene, as he started to load needles up with drugs.

He started injecting and said to my mother, in a rather detached voice, 'Get the girls out of here, and clean up your son otherwise we will all be in very big strife when the ambulance and Police arrive'

At my father's description of my condition, Dr Steinberg had called for a Police escort for the ambulance, perfectly innocent to the nature of the scene that would confront him when he arrived. All I can say is our doctor was amazingly cool and collected as obviously all of us had been having sex. He knew my sister well and even knew Sam and Cyndi. He had also treated me after the rape.

Mom wouldn't move but Dad managed to get Rebecca and Cyndi into Rebecca's room, very sternly telling them to spray deodorant over themselves and then get dressed and do not come out of the bedroom. Samantha was another matter. She wouldn't leave and was very sick herself. She had vomited a couple of more times.

When he could hear the distant sound of multiple sirens, the doctor sprang to action. He grabbed the towel that Mom had been using on me, doused it in some antiseptic or something out of his bag, rubbed my genital area and then roughly pushed Sam down and rubbed strenuously between her legs as well. As he returned to treating me Dr Steinberg spat out, 'Mrs Robson, get some blasted clothes on Miss O'Brien very quickly and at least shorts on Nick.'

When Mum didn't start moving he cursed, 'Unless you want to go to jail, and I for one would rather you and your children didn't, get moving. NOW!'

Mum did, in the end, move fast. Dad found pyjama bottoms for me and pulled them up while Sam was quickly dressed by Mum. She had just finished puling underwear up Sam's leg under a skirt that she had put on Sam when the first of the Police barged in.

Dr Steinberg acted promptly. He told the rather rotund Sergent that he had two very very sick children there and the ambulance would need an escort when he got us stable enough for transport. The sergeant, bless his soul, reacted without looking carefully at the room, which still stank of sex, as well as now medicine and the strong smell of disinfectant. Next, the ambulance officers came in but the doctor shooed them out telling them to get their trolleys to transport two children.

I was breathing again and fully conscious. If anyone undressed Samantha, it was going to be clear she had just had sex. I had managed to make a real mess and the doctor had only cleared the worst of it. Samantha's back and her bum especially was still covered in a mixture of her fluids and my cum. I could not see how transporting her to hospital was a good idea. I did not realise just how devious our doctor actually was.

He had bid one of the two ambulances that were by that time in our driveway to bring in oxygen and had run enough lines into my arms to supply me with anything.

Sam wasn't ill because of a disease or injury. Her body had been overwhelmed by the fucking I had been doing to the point where she had gone into mild shock. Other women have experienced this in highly charged sexual situations and have needed no treatment at all. It was the combination of that and Sam worrying that I was going to die because of fucking her. Her body had reacted to protect her and she had started vomiting. Not pleasant but not dangerous providing the shock didn't worsen.

Dr Steinberg had shot her full of Valium and her condition had settled almost immediately. Unfortunately she went though a short period of hysteria, witnessed regrettably by one of the police that were milling around waiting to start the escort and had called out: 'Nicky, don't die. I love you baby' The doctor had told her to stop upsetting his other patient and that I was going to be perfectly fine so stop scaring herself and me with nonsense about dying. The Police officer had taken an interest after Sam's statement but my father intervened.

I heard my father talking in the other room to the police officer. 'First love. Very painful. I'd appreciate a bit of discretion please. The girl is staying over the weekend because her parents are out of town and their rather innocent affection would very much be unappreciated by the girl's intolerant father.'

As it turned out, not only was Sam and Cyn's father a pervert and a sadist when it came it disciplining his daughters, he also managed to knock their mother around occasionally, and he was well known to the Police. While domestic disputes did not result in any charges or action by the Police in those days, it did not mean they liked it or thought much of the men that beat on their wives.

So the Police were happy to 'keep Mum' as one officer put it, about some teenage romance. We hadn't fooled a Sergeant however because he looked at me at one point, before pointedly staring at my sister's closed door and then winked at me!

After several minutes, our doctor was able to dismiss the police with both his and my parent's profuse thanks, saying that the crisis had passed. The ambulances were next to be dispatched. Dr Steinberg worked on me for several more minutes before being satisfied that I would be all right. I did not know it but he had put my sister on the pill at the age of 12 so he wasn't exactly shocked that she was caught having sex.

He had been my doctor since I was a baby, and abruptly went from caring when he was finishing with me to very cold and quite angry. He told my mother to bring the other girls back into the room. My father started to object but Dr Steinberg was having none of it. Rebecca and Cyndi came back in the room, disturbingly my sister remained naked. Even worse she climbed on the bed, covered herself with the sheet before holding on to me and kissing me in a very unsisterly fashion. All Dr Steinberg said to that was, 'Put that oxygen mask back on your brother this instant young lady'.

He was quiet for a minute before speaking to Rebecca again, 'Rebecca, you are a silly girl. It is clear that you care about your brother but that little display of nudity and kissing could get you and Nick chucked into different group homes where you and Nicky are likely to be repeatedly raped.'

He sighed before continuing, 'So young lady, was that little show of defiance worth the risk of your brother being traumatised for life with another rape? I personally think you can be very foolish at times for such a smart girl. If you are old enough to have sex, and with your brother of all people, you are old enough to understand the discretion that goes with it. Now don't ever put you or you family at such risk again. Have I made myself clear enough?'

Rebecca was looking thoroughly chastened and nodded but she still held on to me.

Dr Steinberg addressed my parents first. It was what he said that shocked me, 'I'm not a fool. I put many girls on the pill that are having sex with their brothers or sometimes their fathers. I have more than one mother who has gone on the pill to stop getting pregnant by her son. Fathers and mothers concern me because of my disquiet that the poor girl or boy is being forced or love their parent too much to object even when they are horrified. Nevertheless, if I reported every case of incest I suspected, I wouldn't have any patients'

'Finding the two O'Brien girls here concerns me. Cyndi is very young, as is Nicholas for that matter and I have put neither of the girls on the pill. I certainly saw no evidence of spermicides or condoms'.

He turned to me first, saying, 'Nicholas how is your anus? It was very badly torn and you haven't followed up with me.'

I looked at Dr Steinberg mortified. He had been told that my bike seat had come off and when I crashed my bike, I had been badly injured by the tube. Actually, it wasn't a bad story because the damage was severe and a tube might well have done it. Apparently, the story hadn't fooled Dr Steinberg.

Dr Steinberg looked at me and patted my hand before saying: 'Don't worry. It was not your fault you were raped Nicholas and I certainly know it was not your father but I am very concerned about what I found here all the same.'

'Look at me Nicholas and tell me the truth. Did you force yourself on your sister or did anything at all happen that was against her wishes?'

Rebecca looked at Dr Steinberg venomously and just as my mother, father and I started to say something, she exclaimed, 'No Nicky did not. I started it. I didn't even give him any choice. He was hurting and wouldn't even eat. He IS MY brother and he likes having sex with me and he is now my only lover.'

Dr Steinberg took the outburst quite calmly commenting only, 'It's good to see you are not running around with that crowd you were in with and being promiscuous. I next expected you to come to me with a venereal disease but I'm happy to see that is now very unlikely. If you do go back to your silly activities I'll warn you now I do not give bulk rates for such treatment!' With that, he chuckled.

I couldn't work out what was even remotely funny. Yes my sister had been a bit of a slut but as far as I knew she only had sex with one boyfriend at a time and only had had two or three, as well as with Janice and maybe other female friends. OK, I probably should not have known so much about my sister's sex life but I was very observant, and anyway she spied on me at the time as well.

Cyndi had been standing in the room, going from one leg to the other. Very quickly, when she worked out the subject of the discussion, she had shuffled over to hide behind my mother and was clutching on to my mother's arm quite hard. She looked terrified.

Dr Steinberg turned his attention on Cyndi, 'You are next youngest, young lady. Quite frankly, I would have thought you were a little too young for group sex. You only started to menstruate recently. Has anyone forced you to do anything you didn't want to? Tell me how you came to be having sex with Nicholas while he was having sex with your sister, Cyndi. Now this has to be one hell of a story and is rather unusual, even with my experience of these things.'

My mother started to say that Cyndi's privacy should be respected but Dr Steinberg held up his hand and quite crossly interrupted her with, 'These are children, Mrs Robson, and quite young children at that and two of them aren't even your responsibility. I assure you I need to get satisfactory answers to consider what I should do here.'

Cyndi, held on to Mom even harder. She looked so small and I realised, much too similar to a little girl, rather than a young woman engaging in multiple partner sex. Even I was greatly concerned at how it looked to the doctor.

After further prompting Cyndi stuttered: 'I forced Nicholas and Samantha. I spied on them having sex, had a crush on Nicholas, and became upset. I upset so many people.' Cyn burst into tears. Dad picked her up and held her tight, patting her on the back gently but she was crying bitterly.

Dr Steinberg let my father comfort Cyndi, with my mother rubbing Cyndi's arm, turning his attention to Samantha.

'So you were having sex with Nicholas, Miss O'Brien. How did that come about? I cannot quite remember your age Miss but you are some years older than Nicholas unless memory has failed me completely. Your relationship seems most unusual.'

Samantha looked quite dopey and still grey from being sick and the shock but she did respond.

'Nicky was hurting. I wanted to help when I found out what happened to him, but fell in love with him before I was aware that I wasn't the only one 'helping' Nicky. Please don't tell my parents. I want to be with Nicky. I won't have sex anymore, I promise but I couldn't stand not having Nicky around. I'd rather live here than at home. Please don't say anything.'

Samantha looked to be getting herself worked up again, which is some feat considering she was shot full of Valium, and Dr Steinberg responded instantly, 'Samantha, dear, you are my patient. I cannot divulge your medical business to anyone except under certain circumstances. Normally that includes telling your parents but I have made it a practice not to mention teenagers' sexual activities or problems to their parents except in extreme circumstances. After all my primary concern is for the welfare of my patient. I am usually prepared to keep things from children's' parents so they feel safe coming to me rather than get pregnant or walk around with a disease eating away at them.'