The Winston Family Adventures – Chapter 2

Family incest stories: The Winston Family Adventures – Chapter 2

by JSipes7798

Fiction, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex

When Michael and Jerry returned from summer camp their father had just received orders to report for active duty with the Army Reserve Medical Corp. His call to active duty had caught the whole family by surprise. Their father was already busy organizing his gear for his fast approaching deployment. He would be shipping out the same week fall classes began at the children’s school. He would have only one full week to spend with his family and to set his personal affairs in order before shipping out to Afghanistan. He would be able to celebrate the twin’s birthday the week before he had to report for duty.

It was a very hot dry day in August when Captain Winston reported to the U S Army Hospital in Kabul, Afghanistan. This National Military Hospital in Kabul, Afghanistan is Walter Reed’s extended Medical Facility, where the most severely wounded troops go for life-saving care before being shipped back to the States.

On average, 400 to 500 outpatients are treated daily, including 50 in the emergency room. The 430-bed facility had room for up to 1,000 patients and a staff of more than 500, including 118 doctors. Kabul was also home to a 200-bed hospital for the national police. Together they are twin hearts of a nationwide network of military medical facilities.

Now as the U.S.-led NATO coalition prepared to end its combat mission in Afghanistan this year, the push to improve medical treatment at the military hospital and regional facilities near the front lines had reached a critical phase. They treated everything from major to minor gunshot wounds, traumatic brain injuries, and amputations from improvised explosive devices, or IEDs to hemorrhage, sepsis and shock. Enemy attacks were up and coalition medevac and surgical support was growing scarcer in the area. The hospital beds and gurneys are filled with bodies broken by the war.

When Captain Winston first reported to the hospital commander, he found there was no scarcity of pharmacists. Therefore he was selected to be cross-trained as a surgical assistant and was told he would be assigned to assist a seasoned surgeon. His cross training took 12 weeks and he learned he would be under the direct supervision of Dr. Constance McLemore.

He was told he would serve as her scrub person for basic surgical procedures. Among his duties would be to prepare instruments and the operating room for surgery. He must also troubleshoot, report, and remove from service any faulty equipment. He would be responsible for inventories, instruments, sponges, and needles on operating field. He would also maintain appropriate quantities of surgical supplies and equipment. In addition to instruments he must anticipate the surgeon’s every need in the operating room. It sounded overwhelming but Captain Winston was sure he could multi-task while managing to perform as expected.

The night of graduation several of the new surgical assistants met at the Officer’s Club to celebrate and discuss their assignments. Everyone was excitedly chatting about their new assignments. Captain Winston asked if anyone knew anything about Dr. McLemore. Suddenly all the friendly banter stopped and there was total silence at the table.

Ben looked around the table and said, “Well…hasn’t anyone heard anything at all concerning Dr. McLemore?”

No one volunteered any information. They all sat wordlessly looking like the cat that ate the canary. He was beginning to get a queasy feeling in his stomach.

“Come on…surely someone has heard something about this mysterious Dr. Constance McLemore,” Ben pleaded.

Finally a young female Lieutenant spoke up and said, “I understand she is a very beautiful woman in her early thirties.”

“Okay…that’s a start. What else have you heard about her?”

“I heard she graduated at the top of her class at Harvard Medical School and did her internship and surgical residency at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston,” she continued.

“And….?”

“And she holds the rank of Major in the military.”

“And….?” He said while waiting for further comments. Everyone remained silent. They were all acting strangely evasive. He found he was almost to the point of not really wanting to know what they were reluctant to tell him.

“Damn it…someone say something…let the other shoe drop,” he groused.

The young Lieutenant took a deep breath and blurted out, “I also hear she is a nightmare to work with and that she changes surgical assistants like most people change their underwear.”

Everyone sat around the table in silence, slowly sipping their drinks while lost in their own thoughts. Ben finally broke the silence and said, “Okay, Lieutenant…I appreciate your full candor. At least I won’t be walking into a total ambush.” Captain Winston downed the rest of his drink then excused himself for the evening.

The next morning Captain Winston reported to Dr. McLemore’s office. He found a young 2nd Lieutenant sitting at the desk in Doctor’s outer office. He approached and gave the Lieutenant his name. He was instructed to have a seat and wait until Dr. McLemore completed a conference call.

“Lieutenant, what is Dr. McLemore like to work with?” He casually asked as he took a seat.

“I am sorry, Sir, but I am not at liberty to discuss the Doctor’s personals.”

Captain Winston was taken aback by the Lieutenant’s response. He leaned forward and said, “Are you refusing to answer my questions, Lieutenant?”

“I am simply following orders, Sir.”

“And what orders might that be, Lieutenant?”

“Major…Doctor McLemore forbids any of her subordinates to discuss her personals, Sir.”

“Well…can you at least tell me what kind of temperament Major McLemore has or what kind of temperament Doctor McLemore has, Lieutenant?” Captain Winston purposely switched to Dr. McLemore’s military rank hoping it would remind the Lieutenant he was speaking with a ranking officer. It didn’t seem to matter.

“All I am at liberty to say, Sir, is that when she is at the hospital she is 100% medical and when she is away from the hospital she is 100% Army.”

Captain Winston took a minute to absorb the Lieutenant’s answer and then asked, “What exactly does that mean, Lieutenant?”

“It means, Sir that she operates strictly on a need to know basis. She will let you know what she wants you to know, when she feels you should know it.”

The intercom buzzed and the Lieutenant said, “You may go in now, Sir.”

Captain Winston quickly stepped into the Doctor’s office and stood at attention. She was sitting behind her desk sorting through her mail. His eyes were drawn first to the front center of her desk where there was a Solid Walnut Desk Plate – Brushed Gold Metal Plate with Shiny Gold Border emblazoned with the name “Major C. L. McLemore, MD. His next focus of attention was on Dr. McLemore. She was dressed in Hunter Green scrubs and had her medium golden blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail.

She glanced up at the Captain through her electric blue eyes and said, “At ease, Captain. We tend to be less formal around the hospital. Please lay your orders on my desk and have a seat.”

Captain Winston sat and watched as she continued to sort through her mail. He found her more beautiful than he could have ever expected. She had a fair complexion and no blemishes whatsoever. Her breast appeared to be 34 to 36 C; or possibly a D cup. After a minute or two she picked up his orders and quietly studied them. As she read she occasionally looked up at the Captain and nodded approvingly.

“Okay…I am impressed, Captain. Your orders say you will be my new surgical assistant and I will assume you understand those duties,” she said handing his orders back to him before continuing. “Do you have any questions before I dismiss you?”

“Yes…I do have a few questions.”

Dr. McLemore jumped to her feet and interrupted his response.

“Captain, when I said a moment ago we tend to be less formal in the hospital, I didn’t mean we dispense with proper protocol”.

There was anger in her voice and the Captain took immediate notice.

“When you answer me, whether it is in the hospital or in a military setting, it will always be either yes Ma’am or no Ma’am. Is that understood, Captain?”

The Captain promptly rose to his feet and answers in a bold voice, “Yes, Ma’am.”

Dr. McLemore handed him a document and said commandingly, “Very well, Captain. Study this carefully and meet me tomorrow at 0500 in operating room number seven and be prepared to carry out your duties. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am!”

“Dismissed, Captain!”

Captain Winston made an about face and stepped into Dr. McLemore’s outer office and quickly scanned the document. It was entitled “Surgeon & Surgery Assistant Protocol”. His eyes moved quickly to a highlighted paragraph.

“The surgeon and assistant must establish expectations and methods before operating together, agreeing upon verbal and non-verbal cues. Clarification should be requested when in doubt. Cross-training of surgical staff is encouraged to avoid novice assistants when a primary assistant is absent. Give feedback after a procedure where an assistant or surgeon performed problematically. Do not let frustrations build, rather, discuss them as soon as discretely possible. The surgeon’s and assistant’s hands should not be in the field simultaneously without prior explicit direction by the surgeon. Surgeons and assistants should always visualize instruments and tissue that they manipulate. Distracting conversation should be avoided, comforting the patient when necessary. Soft music is often an acceptable alternative.”

It seemed to be the same standards he had learned during his initial surgical training. He felt the document was Dr. McLemore’s means of putting him on notice that she expected him to follow the code of behavior explicitly. She was going to be a “By the Book” bureaucratic supervisor. That’s fine with him, because he had always been one who followed all the guideline. It takes all the responsibility off of his shoulders. All he had to do was comply with every order Dr. McLemore gave him.