I paused in my task of wiping dishes and cocked my head to the side. There was a blizzard outside, but even so, I thought I heard a noise like a sleigh bell. I waited a moment... there it was again, a bit louder. I walked to the window and could just barely make out the shape of a sleigh outside our door. I turned to my father, who was reading a book by the hearth.
"Father, I think we have company," I announced.
"Nonsense! Who would be out in this weather?" He asked dismissively, belying his statement by coming to the door anyway. He was the only doctor in this area, and he knew full well that if an emergency arose, people would have no choice but to come get him, even in a blizzard.
Someone pounded on the door just as my father reached it, and he opened it without hesitation.
"Doctor, I found my brother near frozen outside my house!" A man announced. He was actually our closest neighbor, living only a mile or so away.
"I had my hounds huddle in the sleigh with him the entire way here, under a heavy fur sleigh blanket," our neighbor explained as he uncovered his brother and the two massive hounds.
My father helped our neighbor carry his brother into our guest bedroom not too far from the door, and I shut the thick door behind them to keep out the blustering snow. I quickly followed the men. I had been helping my father care for patients for years, and knew I would be expected to help out.
My father performed an examination as he removed the patient's clothes. "His temperature is not ideal, but he is warm enough that I do not expect him to die."
Our neighbor sighed in relief.
"Why did you bring him here? Surely you could have warmed him yourself at home?" My father asked, not intending to sound callous, merely knowing that winter survival skills were well known in these parts.
"Oh yes, I could have, but I was on my way to get you anyway, and that is when I found him, so I decided it would just be easier to bring him with. All three of my children are ill. None of them can stop emptying the contents of their stomachs, except now, there is nothing left to bring up. My poor wife is worried sick, and looks a bit pale herself."
"I see, I'll fetch my bag and coat," my father replied, as to the point as always.
"Don't worry, father, I'll make sure this patient is well cared for," I stated with a confident smile.
"I know you will, dear," he said as they rushed out the door, pulling it shut behind them.
I looked at the man who had been stripped of his clothing and covered with three warm blankets. His temperature was cool but not cold to the touch, but I knew he could still die if I did not get his temperature back to normal as quickly as possible. I could submerge him in a mildly hot bath, or I could build up the fire in this room and place hot stones around him. I decided on fire and stones as I didn't think I could move him into a bath all by myself.
I worked as quickly as possible, and soon discovered that we had stupidly neglected to have enough stones on hand for this situation. So, I placed the three we had along his left side - once they were hot - and decided to lie next to him on his right side. I stripped down to my shift, and then wiggled my way under the covers with him.
I quickly grew bored, and then shortly after that I must have dozed off. When I next opened my eyes, I realized that I was sweating profusely, and so was my patient. I climbed out of bed, and then tended the fire so that it wouldn't remain quite so stifling in the room.
Next, I located a device that my father had paid handsomely for back east called a thermometer, which measured a person's body temperature in about 5 minutes. Using this device, I discovered that my patient now had a fever, which indicated that his body had become susceptible to infection while cold, and was now fighting it off.
I removed all three heavy blankets and replaced them with a sheet. His temperature was not yet high enough to cause concern, and so I did nothing to lower it. This was the body's way of defending its home, and was nothing to be trifled with.
I sat in a chair next to the bed, and began to quietly read aloud from a book. This was to reassure him on some level that he was not alone; that he was safe and being cared for, but not meant to disturb his rest.
My patient groaned and moaned a few times here and there, sounding like he was experiencing bad dreams. He thrashed mildly from time to time, and then settled into a calm sleep.
After some time had passed, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Not giving any thought to what it might be, I looked over at it. As far as I could tell, his male anatomy was fully erect; it pushed the sheet around it up into the shape of a teepee.
I firmly placed my eyes back on the page I was reading. I had been a Doctor's daughter long enough to have seen plenty of male anatomy, and I even knew its purpose, but I had certainly never been intimate with one. It was sinful to even consider doing so now!
Even so, the rigid proof of maleness seemed determined to occupy my sight. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, I kept seeing it in my mind. Even the letters from the words on the page seemed to rearrange themselves in to the shape of a big, hard penis.
Finally, I sighed in frustration and snapped my book shut. Surely one little peek would satisfy my curiosity, and then I could go back to reading my book with no further distractions. I uncovered my patient from the waist down and took a good look.
"There, now I've seen it and I can go back to reading my book," I told myself firmly, but my hands did not want to comply. They held the sheet away rather than cover him back up. I dropped the sheet, as I reached out to touch it.
"No! You may not touch it!" I told myself in no uncertain terms, but my hands grew ever closer to it. I sighed. Surely just a small touch would satisfy my curiosity, and then I could leave this poor man alone.
I stroked him with my fingertip, curiously examining every bit of his shaft. When the urge to find out how it tasted came over me, I found it harder to figure out why I couldn't do that.
His shaft twitched interestingly as I ran my tongue across it, and I found this entertaining enough that I did it several more times. I licked and stroked him for at least an hour, judging by the faint chimes emanating from the clock in the kitchen.
Just as I was almost ready to say I had satisfied my curiosity, a small drop of fluid oozed out of him. It tasted like salty cream, and I was undecided if I liked it or not. I sat staring at his erect manhood for a few moments, but no more fluid emerged. It occurred to me that this piece of anatomy was supposed to fit inside me, but as I compared its girth to the girth of the finger I'd just probed myself with, I was mystified as to how it possibly could.
I decided to find out for myself. I knew that I was going to go to hell for having sexual intercourse out of wedlock, but at the moment, I didn't care.
I stood on the bed and placed one foot on either side of his hips. I slowly lowered myself onto him until I felt his shaft pushing into me. I wiggled and shifted position several times as I lowered onto him even more.
I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him and marveled at the ingeniousness of the creator who designed our bodies to fit together this way. Soon, I realized that he was as far inside me as possible and sat wondering what to do next. I tightened and relaxed my inner muscles as I wondered, smiling as I felt him twitch inside me in response.
He moaned softly and I feared I had hurt him. So, I started to get off of him, but discovered that moving felt wonderful. I moved my body up and then down several times, impaling myself on him over and over. A heat began in a place I had never explored before and I probed it with my finger.
I discovered a bump that felt sinfully wonderful to touch! I wiggled my finger over it until my whole body shook with pleasure. I felt my patient respond by grunting and shaking as well, and then there was a hot wetness inside me that hadn't been there before.
I had studied anatomy enough to know what had happened, but having never experienced it before, I can honestly say that books do not adequately begin to describe what I was feeling and experiencing!
I sat there staring at him as the shock, horror, and shame of what I had done filled me. I had just raped and violated an unconscious and feverish patient! I wasn't just going to go to hell; I was bound to be burned at the stake for such immoral actions!
I quickly got off of him, and then off the bed. I washed myself using the icy dishwater, then found an undergarment that I usually wore to bed when I was menstruating. After that, I put on a thick nightgown and my robe.
Finally, I was ready to deal with my patient once more. I returned to his room, and blushed as I realized that he was covered in fluids as well. I warmed some water over the hearth and tempered it. After that, I bathed him as best I could until I had removed all traces of my sin.
I covered him with the sheet once more and felt his forehead. His fever had broken! I thanked God for taking pity on him despite my sin. In relief, I settled myself into the chair to read. A drowsiness overtook me and I soon fell asleep.
My father arrived home sometime the next morning. The blizzard had temporarily abated, and so he'd decided to come home rather than risk being stuck for weeks once the blizzard started back up.
Our neighbor came with him, and I vaguely heard them talking as they approached the room.
"... give you a whole deer or a bear or whatever I can hunt down."
"I assure you that I don't need that much in payment. Perhaps part of a deer, but surely you need to feed your family too. Besides, they had only eaten something tainted and were not likely to die from it," my father said dismissively. He had inherited a large amount of money, and for him, being a doctor was a God-mandated duty, not a paid career.
They opened the door and I decided to pretend I was still asleep in this now thoroughly uncomfortable chair.
"See, I told you my daughter would provide excellent care for your brother. His temperature is normal, and he looks ready to go home once he awakens. Why don't I carry my daughter to her bed - she looks like she was awake with him for most of the night - and then I will make something for your brother to eat. If he feels up to it, you can take him home after breakfast."
"Yes Doctor," our neighbor replied.
My father carried me to my bed and tucked me in. I was utterly grateful to be allowed to go back to sleep. Not to mention the interesting dreams I was having!
*******
I observed the scenery as I approached my brother's house. I hadn't visited here in years, not since... I couldn't help but remember it. I had found myself penniless and homeless, and had no choice but to go to my brother for help, despite it being winter.
I am still not sure how I managed to get to my brother's house, but I do know that I had grown increasingly cold as the blizzard grew in intensity. At some point I must have passed out and fallen off my horse.
I truly believe an Angel or Goddess must have been watching over me that night since my brother happen to stumble upon me on his way to the local doctor's house. He did his best to keep me from freezing to death as he rushed to the doctor's, and I don't remember anything that happened except that at one point I was having nightmares, and then...
