Playing Doctor

"It's bad when it burns to pee, ain't it?" asked River.

Simon paused, his spoon halfway to his mouth, to look at his sister's wide-eyed, ever curious face. While most things that River said could be written off as gibberish by the rest of the crew, Simon had long since realized that what she said was truth, even if it wasn't true yet. The intrusion of the crew's lingo was irksome, but he understood that she was picking up on the speech patterns as an attempt to fit in.

Setting his spoon down, Simon said, "Yes, yes it is, River."

He stood and pushed his chair in.

"Are we going to play doctor now?" River asked, looking eerily hopeful.

"I am a doctor, River. Let's just... make sure you're...." God help him, if someone on the crew hurt her or gave her some disease-- Jayne came to mind-- then he would have no mercy.

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"They used to treat hysterics with vibrators."

"That's very... useful... information, River," Simon said with a constructed air of indifference. He reminded himself that River was not the sister he'd grown up with. This creature was altogether different, almost alien in her innocence. Still, what she said had a higher level of innuendo that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. "Put your feet in these."

He patted one of the cold, metal stirrups as River lay back. Her white medical gown rode up her thighs as she spread her legs, pressing callused bare feet against the metal. Indelicately, River pulled the gown up to her abdomen, leaving her spread open and half naked.

Though the context was now completely different, just seeing her like this brought back Simon's memories of heady spring days hiding amongst verdant bushes. Innocent exploration of things that felt better than the shame their parents would've induced had they known. Fingers and tongues and River always had to taste everything. She'd always been so curious, wanting to touch, hold, experience all that life had to offer. By comparison, Simon felt dull, slow, and just along for the ride.

But these weren't the bushes with illicit berries from the neighbor's yard, and this was not the River Tam he'd fallen in love with. She was a cruel representation of that girl, and though he was completely dedicated to protecting her and giving her all that she needed, it was desperately difficult now not to slip between her thighs, to feel the lush warmth of her around him and to kiss in all of the ways she'd read about and taught him just to see if she still tasted the same.

"Simon?" she asked, her head tilted to the side in curiosity.

"Right," he answered, picking up a speculum. It had been years since he'd given a proper pelvic, but the visual from the outside appeared pink and perfect, if not a bit glossier than he'd remembered. That realization kept him from looking her in the eye as he wondered if she could see into his mind, if she'd seen the way her hair tumbled onto his face, how stupid and juvenile they were. Each encounter was a new adventure, new laughs and sighs and moans that still he yearned for.

Pushing the clear plastic speculum into her slowly after coating it with a light lubricant that turned out to be a bit pointless, he pulled the light behind him so that he could see deep inside of her at the lush pinkness that before now he'd only felt. He could see inside of her now, all the way to that dark hole that leads further into her womb. Yet being this far into her, he still couldn't see her.

Simon reached into the plastic cup, tracing his finger along the smooth clear plastic, remembering the warmth of sliding his fingers into her, of being in her. But it was never about just being in her, but being part of her; part of her bold experiments with life and sensuality.

River fidgeted, pulling her legs together as best she could as she moved her hips down against him, shifting the speculum inside of her. She whimpered and instantly her hand was on his hand, keeping it there as she rocked against it.

"River..." said Simon weakly, watching her contort, trying to make the speculum feel better.

"That's not your finger," she announced in a high-pitched scandalized tone. River followed with a husky, "I'm not a doctor, either."

The random punch line to a childish dirty joke made Simon's face burn for how perverse he was being both as a brother and a doctor. He cleared his throat and pulled his hand away from hers, releasing the speculum's mechanism to narrow it again, pulled it out of her, and set it on his instrument table.

"There doesn't appear to be any damage. When did urination first become painful?" he asked, trying to resume his role as doctor. Still, he couldn't stop staring at her now-stretched cunt; all pink with a dark hole and a soft thatch of dark hair.

"It doesn't burn when I pee."

Simon blinked and stood up to look into her eyes. "What? You said..." Pausing, he reflected upon what she'd actually asked, which wasn't that it burned when she peed.

"It hurts when Jayne pees," she announced grinning.

"Right. I expect it does." Simon felt awkward, questioning his motives for jumping onto the idea that she needed to be looked at so quickly. "You can put your feet down. We're done."

"I still taste the same." River kept her feet in the stirrups and quickly swiped her fingers through her cunt and brought them up and licked them. "At least I think I do. They say diet can change that, so maybe not."

After giving her a longing look, seeing her sprawled out like that, her fingers back inside of her again, Simon turned his back and straightened his posture as he pushed his instrument tray back to its correct place. "Nothing's the same, River. Please get dressed."