Kate and her dad were inseparable and had been for as long as she could remember. Her mother died in a car accident when Kate was only 12 years old. She remembered him sobbing and holding her hand tightly as they walked down the cold, sterile halls of the hospital. She remembered him hugging her, saying, "Mom would want us to stick together, more now than ever, and that's what we are going to do." The odd thing is that Kate could barely recall anything about that night except the shift in her father that was so sudden and so obvious. Kate had barely hit puberty at the time, but her father kept saying how lucky he was to have a little replica of his wife. Kate never really thought anything of it, if anything she was happy to look like her mom. Her long brown hair and dark green eyes made her pale, freckled skin seem translucent, and she had her mother's smile without a doubt. Kate knew her dad always loved her, but after her mom died she noticed him staring at her more, and complimenting her on her looks often. While Kate didn't mind the shift in his behavior, there were some things that became routine when she was about sixteen years old that she thought were strange.
Her dad stopped taking her to the doctor for her annual physicals. Instead, he would call a family friend who had a license to practice medicine and their living room would turn into an exam room while Kate's dad watched meticulously. As any sixteen year old does, Kate had questions for the doctor that she didn't want to ask in front of her dad, but he would always assure her there was nothing to be embarrassed about; "Mom wouldn't want us keeping secrets from each other, you know," he would say with a sincere tone. He also insisted that Kate be home schooled, and when she asked why he told her that there were too many distractions in public school for such an intelligent and beautiful girl to be bothered with. Kate also noticed her dad repeatedly lingering around her room, especially if she was in the shower or changing, and one day she realized that the lock on her bedroom door had been removed. When she asked him about it, he said, "Oh baby girl, there's no reason for locks on our doors except to keep dangerous strangers out, and I'm certainly no danger to you." Kate found all of the changes to be odd, unpredictable, but she also liked how close she felt to him, and how safe she felt in the home they shared.
At one of her physicals, just a few days after her eighteenth birthday, Kate had a question about a mole on her left breast. Her dad was standing in the doorway of the living room, and as the doctor asked her to remove her top so he could take a look, Kate noticed her dad coming closer to the exam table. She hesitated a little, her dad noticed and reassured her, "Honey, I changed your diapers, I've seen you naked a million times, it's okay." She removed her shirt and bra exposing her perky, tender breasts to the doctor and her father. She couldn't meet her father's gaze but noticed him staring at her, his mouth slightly agape, and she quickly noticed how vulnerable she was in this situation. Two men twice her age were staring at her half-naked body, and she knew her doctor was a professional but she couldn't help but wonder if he would ever try anything with her.
"Okay, Kate," the doctor was taking some notes and seemed a little worried, "The mole looks a little discolored, but the shape seems normal, so I don't think there is too much to worry about. Do you have moles anywhere else?"
"Well yeah," Kate blushed, "I have one kind of near here," she motioned toward her pussy. "But I don't think it is anything that needs to be looked at, I've had it forever." Kate hoped her tone was clear, she really didn't want to have a pelvic exam in front of her dad.
"Why don't we just have a quick look?"
Kate looked at her dad as he nodded, and she slowly removed her shorts and panties.
"Now, if you could just lie back for me," the doctor gently placed one of his gloved hands on her shoulder and Kate complied.
"Kate, you're squeezing your legs together, I can hardly see anything, you need to relax, dear," his hands gently rested on her knees as she followed his orders. Her dad stood right next to the doctor and she imagined her cheeks were the color of dark red roses by this point. She'd never even kissed a boy and here she was spread out in front of two grown men. She tried to focus on the ceiling fan whirring above her, attempting to latch her gaze onto a single blade and follow it as it made the rotations with the others.
"Okay I see the mole you were talking about, Kate, it looks almost identical to the other one," his fingers were tracing it and suddenly she felt a warm tingling sensation in her stomach.
"Kate, have you ever had a proper pelvic exam? You're old enough now that you probably need to have them regularly."
Kate shook her head and looked toward her father who seemed distracted.
"Well, Kev, you mind if I give her one now since I'm here?"
Kevin came out of his daze, "No, I don't mind, you might as well."
Kate remained silent and waited for the doctor as he went out to his car to grab some additional medical instruments he insisted were necessary.
"Dad, is this going to hurt?"
Kevin walked over to his daughter, stroked her forehead lovingly, "No, baby girl, it will be quick and painless, I promise. I'll watch everything he does, just to make sure."
The doctor returned with some odd looking tools and Kate had no idea how this was about to go, but she felt somewhat at ease with her dad by her side.
"Okay Kate, I need you to slide all the way down on the table until your back is completely flat. I know it might feel a bit awkward."
Kate did as he said and locked her gaze back on the ceiling fan.
