perv!dad's best friend!dr jack abbot x fem!reader.
18+. content warnings: fauxcest (use of dad and kiddo), vaginal fingering, medical stuff, sexual education, praise, implied masturbation (m)
jack invites you and your father to his lake house every summer. he's never had kids, but he's always wanted a daughter. that must be why he dotes on you, always sneaking you ice cream after dinner, giving you massages when you complain about an ache.
your father jokes that sometimes jack acts like more of a dad to you than he does... you're a grownup now, he says. you don't need to be coddled, you can figure stuff out by yourself. jack disagrees. that's why over time, he went from "uncle jack" to "dad". it was a silly joke of a nickname at first, but now it flows easily from your lips.
one day your father's out fishing and you curl up into jack, pouting as your head falls onto his shoulder. "dad, my tummy hurts..."
his eyebrows raise. instinctively, he starts a differential: it's been two weeks since your last period, and it's a one-sided ache in your lower abdomen.
jack exhales through his nose, bringing you into his en-suite bathroom and locking the door just in case. he has you sit up on the counter, asks you to peel your panties off while he puts on some gloves.
a black lace thong? okay, he guesses that must be what the youngsters are wearing these days...
he spreads your pussy lips open with two chubby fingers, peering down at your fluttering cunt. one look at your egg-white cervical fluid and it's clear to him, nothing's wrong, you're just ovulating.
"s okay?" you murmur breathily.
"she's perfect," he replies, his eyes roaming over your dripping pussy, at the way your clit twitches under his gaze. "still, dad has to check inside. just to be safe."
soon he's got you leaking all over those blue nitrile gloves as he curls the thick digits against your g-spot, making you whimper. jack just grins at you, loving how your eyes can't leave his. "theeere we go. that's it. dad's hitting it, isn't he? i'm a doctor, baby. i know where all your precious spots are."
his fingers massage at your spongy insides, coaxing more slick out of your swollen pussy. "mmmhm. so responsive. dad's girl is perfectly healthy, nothin' to worry that pretty little head about."
and when he starts fucking his digits in and out of you, your hands gripping tight against the countertop, he says, "i wish i coulda taught you how your body worked, kiddo. y'shouldn't be getting scared about things like this, not when i'm right here. you know dad's got his good girl, always."
his free hand presses over your lower stomach and steadies you when you start to shake and your walls begin to clench, rubbing almost clinical circles over where you'd complained about it hurting earlier. "shhh... that's it, almost there, honeygirl. you're trembling, baby, dad's fingers really feel that good?"
when you nod, he coos, thumbing at your clit tenderly. "i got you. don't fight it, 's gonna feel even better now. all tingly, isn't it? lotta nerve endings there, kiddo. touchin' here makes you come real hard." and you do, tight around his fingers while he watches your sweet face, how you look while you whimper for him.
"oh, baby, you look so pretty..." he pulls his gloved fingers out of you with a pop, your juices stringing messily off of the nitrile. he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, humming greedily at your taste before he pulls the gloves off with practiced ease and tosses them into the trashcan.
and when he hears your father's car pull up in his driveway, he fists your soaked panties and steers you out of the bathroom. "put your pants on, sweetheart. i'll be out in a few minutes."
me, idiot who pins entire self worth on creation of content who also hasnt written Anything for more than a week, feeling a slow and frigid chill encompass my soul: oh dear
