Remi’s POV

I tell myself this is just another appointment. Just another routine examination. The only difference is that I agreed to let him use me as a teaching case for his interns.

The problem is that “him” is not just any doctor.

Dr. Jasper Hughes has been my father’s closest friend since before I was born. I’ve called him Uncle Jasper for as long as I can remember. He taught me how to ride a bike, sat through my high-school graduation, and still shows up for family dinners when his schedule allows. He is forty, calm, devastatingly handsome, and the man I’ve been secretly attracted to for 2 years—even though I know I shouldn’t be.

And today he is about to examine every private inch of me while two strangers watch.

I draw in a slow breath and hold it, but it does nothing to quiet the restless flutter in my chest. The examination room is painfully bright. The paper covering the table crackles with every small movement. The thin hospital gown I was given barely reaches mid-thigh and feels almost see-through under the lights. I keep tugging it lower even though I know it won’t matter once things begin.

At twenty-four I am still a virgin. No man has ever touched me the way my body sometimes aches to be touched. The only real date I’ve ever had was with my stepbrother, Felix.

We met online when I was 16. Felix was only a year older, already in medical school. Few dates. But my mother married his father when I was eighteen. After the marriage, he was always polite, always carefully kind, and always just far enough away. After we both started our careers, we barely saw each other. I told myself those feelings were gone.

A gentle knock interrupts my thoughts.

“Remi? Are you ready for us?”

Uncle Jasper’s familiar voice steadies me and unsettles me at the same time.

“Yes,” I answer.

The door opens. He enters first, wearing that same composed smile I’ve known my whole life. Two young men in white coats follow him.

“These are my interns, Roy and Kane,” he says. “Another one will join us shortly. You remember what we discussed—everything stays professional, and you can stop at any time.”

I nod, throat tight. “I understand.”

“Good girl.” The praise is soft, almost absent-minded, but it sends an unwanted pulse of heat through me. “Lie back for me.”

I do. The paper sheet crackles beneath my back. He guides me farther down the table until my calves hang off the edge, then swings out the metal stirrups.

“Feet in the stirrups, please.”

My heart slams against my ribs. I place my feet in the cold metal, but my knees stay pressed tightly together.

Uncle Jasper’s hand rests lightly on my knee. “May I open them?”

I give a small nod.

He parts my legs slowly, adjusting the stirrups wider. Cool air rushes against my exposed sex. A shiver runs through me. His strong, familiar hands are on my thighs, and the fact that this is the same man who used to ruffle my hair at family barbecues makes the moment feel even more forbidden.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. He pulls on a pair of gloves and motions the interns closer. He rolls his sleeves higher, those distracting forearms flexing under the bright lights. “Proper positioning is essential. Many patients instinctively close their knees when they’re nervous. You need a clear view of the vulva, the labia, the clitoris, and the vaginal entrance.”

His gloved fingers find me. He spreads my outer lips with careful precision. A faint, wet sound breaks the quiet—proof that I am already slick. Mortification burns through me. I glance at Roy and Kane; their faces remain politely neutral.

“Another important step is temperature,” Uncle Jasper continues. He returns with a thin thermometer and lubricant. “For the most accurate reading, we take it internally.”

He coats the tip and looks directly into my eyes. “Remi, this is going inside you now. All right?”

I nod, unable to speak. The thought of him—my father’s best friend, the man I’ve called Uncle for years—sliding anything inside me while strangers watch makes my stomach flip with shameful excitement.

He guides the thermometer in slowly. The cool, slick intrusion forces a soft gasp from my throat. Three pairs of eyes stay fixed between my open thighs as he holds it in place, then withdraws it.

“Normal,” he says, discarding the cover. I feel like I am melting.

“Uncle Jasper…” His name slips out on a shaky breath.

A knock interrupts us. The door opens.

“Sorry I’m late, Dr. Hughes.”

That voice.

Everything inside me freezes.

“No problem,” Jasper answers easily. “We were just getting started. Come in, Felix.”

I turn my head toward the doorway.

It’s him. Felix. My stepbrother.

He stands there in a white coat, a file tucked under one arm. His eyes meet mine—then drop, slowly and unavoidably, to where I lie with my legs spread wide, my pussy wet and completely exposed under the bright examination lights.

The world narrows to a single point.

Felix stands just inside the examination room, one hand still resting on the doorknob as if he has forgotten why he came in. The fluorescent lights hum softly overhead, stretching the silence between us until it feels almost unbearable.

He is taller than I remember, his shoulders broader beneath the crisp white coat. But his eyes are exactly the same. Recognition flashes across his face the moment he sees me, then he quickly smooths his expression. Heat still rushes to my cheeks.

Of all the hospitals and teaching clinics in the city, why does it have to be this one?

I remain perfectly still as his gaze drops lower. My pussy is glistening under the bright examination lights, completely exposed. He can see everything—every slick fold, and the faint shine of wetness still left from Uncle Jasper’s fingers.

An unreadable expression settles on Felix’s face. My chest tightens.

Uncle Jasper’s calm voice cuts through the tension.

“Time for the external examination. We need to assess the tissue carefully.”

His gloved fingers return to me, tracing my sensitive folds before sliding through the wetness already gathered there. A soft, involuntary sound escapes my throat. I am soaked, and there is no way any of them can miss it.

My body jolts when his finger brushes a particularly sensitive spot. Shame floods me at the thought of what Felix must be thinking. My breathing turns uneven. A warm trickle of fresh wetness slips down, and I bite my lower lip hard to keep another sound from escaping.

“There,” Uncle Jasper says softly, still looking into my eyes. “Found her sweet spot.”

“Does that help her relax?” Felix asks. It is only the second time he has spoken since entering the room. There might be a faint frown on his face, but his voice alone sends another helpless pulse between my legs—one that Uncle Jasper definitely notices.

“Yes. Highly recommended,” Uncle Jasper answers. “Patients often tense up. The muscles can make inserting a speculum difficult. See how much easier this is?”

His index finger slides inside me with almost no resistance. I bite down harder on my lip, desperate not to moan. When he adds a second finger and curls them while his thumb begins circling my clit, a soft moan slips out anyway.

I am dripping. The wet, rhythmic sounds of his fingers moving in and out of me fill the quiet room, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Now we’ll move on to the breast examination,” Uncle Jasper continues, withdrawing his fingers and leaving me aching and empty. “Who would like to assist?”

“I will,” Felix says immediately, stepping forward.

My stomach drops. For a fraction of a second our eyes meet before I look away, cheeks burning. He reaches for the ties of my gown and loosens them. The thin fabric falls open. Cool air kisses my bare breasts. My nipples harden instantly under the fluorescent lights and under his gaze.

“There’s no better way to learn than hands-on training,” Uncle Jasper says. “First, check for any lumps. Go ahead.”

Felix’s hands settle over my bare breasts. His palms are warm—almost hot—against my skin. He presses carefully, methodically, with the focused attention of someone who knows exactly what he is doing. I can feel the faint calluses on his fingers as they move.

It feels unreal. The man I used to want is touching me like this, right in front of the man I’m attracted to now—the man I still call Uncle.

“Massage them now,” Uncle Jasper instructs.

Felix’s eyes meet mine again, carrying that same gentle intensity I remember. “Like this?”

I nod.

His thumbs brush over my nipples. A sharp spark shoots through me. I suck in a breath and arch slightly. He notices. A second, slower stroke follows, then a light pinch that makes my toes curl inside the stirrups.

“Next, test sensitivity directly,” Uncle Jasper says. “Suck on the patient’s nipples. Make sure everything is responding the way it should.”

A low gasp escapes me at the instruction. Uncle Jasper gives me a small, reassuring nod. Felix leans down. Warm, wet heat closes around one aching nipple. His tongue circles it, teasing, while his fingers continue toying with the other. Soft, wet sounds fill the quiet room. More wetness gathers between my legs.

“Ah… Fe—Doctor,” I correct myself quickly, almost having moaned his real name. I squeeze my eyes shut as pleasure builds.

“That’s enough,” Uncle Jasper says after a moment.

Felix pulls back immediately, leaving me trembling.

“Good girl,” Uncle Jasper murmurs, lightly patting my cheek. The unexpected praise sends another pulse of heat straight to my clit. Roy and Kane remain in place, expressions still carefully professional.

“Now,” Uncle Jasper continues, sliding two gloved fingers back inside me with ease, “let’s talk about the G-spot. Anyone who claims it doesn’t exist is either inexperienced or lying to themselves. Same as the men who say women are too difficult to please.”

Soft murmurs of agreement come from the other interns. Felix stays silent, watching.

“I’m going to make Remi come for all of us. Clitoral and G-spot stimulation together—that’s the key.”

Embarrassment burns under my skin. He is talking about me as if I am not lying here listening, as if my stepbrother is not watching every reaction. Yet my body tightens around his fingers in helpless anticipation.

He begins to move—slow at first, then curling, searching. When he finds the right spot, my whole body jerks. My knees try to close on instinct, but Roy and Kane step in at once, each gripping a thigh and holding me open so the lesson can continue.

The wet sounds of his fingers working inside me fill the room. He keeps a steady rhythm, then speeds up. My breath catches. Pleasure coils tight and low. Helpless moans slip out. My hips want to move, but the hands on my legs keep me exactly where they want me.

Felix moves closer. His fingers wrap around both of my wrists and pin them gently above my head. The simple restraint sends another sharp wave of heat through me. My toes curl hard. More moans break free.

When I force my eyes open, all four men are watching me—watching the place where Uncle Jasper’s fingers disappear inside me. The knowledge that Felix can see exactly how wet and desperate I am pushes me over the edge.

I come hard, crying out as the orgasm rips through me. Shame and raw pleasure crash together. My pussy clenches and flutters around Uncle Jasper’s fingers in helpless pulses. My legs shake violently even while being held open.

When he finally withdraws his hand, my chest is rising and falling rapidly. A thin sheen of tears stings my eyes.

The realization hits me like a physical blow. I just came in a room full of professionals during a teaching examination… with my stepbrother right there.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, voice rough with embarrassment. “Uncle...Dr. Jasper, I…”

“No, Remi.” His tone is warm, almost pleased. “That was exactly the point of the lesson. You were perfect. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

He turns to Felix, whose lips are slightly parted.

“Do you think you can do the same thing with your mouth?”

Felix’s eyes flick to me immediately. There is a clear hesitation before he looks back at Uncle Jasper.

“What?”

“Make her come,” Uncle Jasper says calmly. “With your mouth.”

A fresh, helpless throb answers between my legs.