Let Julie come in

You quickly blurt out, "It's not what you think!" but Julie seems to shrug you off as you attempt to cover yourself but find your gown was tossed across the room and no blanket nearby. You awkwardly cover yourself with both hands as Julie walks near the hospital bed and puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, Dad," says Julie chuckling and not showing any surprise at seeing her father naked for the first time.

Dr. Mitchell, still naked and dripping your cum on the floor, walked up to Julie and introduced herself.

"I talked with you on the phone about your father's condition."

"Yeah, I get that it's a lifelong situation we're dealing with. I can take a semester off school to help him recover a little."

You interjected, "No don't do that, sweetie. And what do you mean, help?"

She laughed, "You know. The usual. Blow you, fuck you, maybe assplay, I don't know. We can figure it out."

The Doctor seemed supportive of your daughter's sudden incestuous ideas. "We have plenty of videos and reading material for both of you, regarding family relations and the 3-hour syndrome," she said handing you a pamphlet showing a high-quality photograph of a teenage boy engaged in a threesome with his apparent mother and sister. As you stared at it weakly, your daughter began touching your cock, but you quickly slapped her hand away almost instinctively.

The naked Doctor frowned. "We don't have alot of info on fathers with this syndrome, since they're usually well-adapted to **** by the time they reach the majority age of their eldest child. Sometimes a son or a brother can take several days before propositioning a family member for sex."

Julie seemed saddened by this news.

"But good news, Ms. Doe. Legally everyone is required to have sex with your father if he desires it. And, historically, it's not something that's usually turned down. It's for his health and all.

"We were hoping you two would sleep together for awhile until you adjust to the new situation, but if you're uncomfortable with that, you can ask anybody off the street, and they will come fuck you. Your ex-wife, secretary, any of my nurses, some bartender you fancy..."

"Ooh, how about one of the volleyball players?" says your daughter, hopefully, referring to the high school volleyball team you coach. You simply stare at her.

"He has little over two hours to decide his next fuck. That watch of his is pretty neat. It measures his heartrate and should automatically reset after each episode is complete."

Dr. Mitchell grabs her labcoat off the floor and quickly exits the room without any attempt to cover up.

Thankfully, your daughter hands you a fresh set of clothes. "The nurse told me earlier that you're free to check out. We can go home and you can fuck me. Or you can stay here and fuck one of the nurses or patients or whatever. Or I can drive you somewhere to fuck whoever. We have two hours and eleven minutes to decide." She smiles widely waiting for your response.