Tom and Carl had been best friends since kindergarten. Over the years, their friendship had only grown stronger. When Tom divorced his wife, Carl was there to support him, and when Carl lost his wife in a car accident, Tom was the one who picked up the pieces of the man and put him back together again. They were as inseparable as anyone could be. They even lived on the same street in the same suburb. They ate at the same restaurants, shopped at the same stores, and their daughters attended the same school.

Their daughters, Emma and Carla, were not as close as their fathers were. They were good friends but had different interests and different friends as well. They also looked quite different. Where Emma was tall and blonde, Carla was tiny and a brunette. Her mother, Maria, had been from Ecuador, and Carl had met her on a business trip.

“Dad, do I have to go?” asked Emma over breakfast. It was a Friday morning and a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, and not a cloud in sight. She was dressed in a summer dress that ended just above her knees. She didn’t wear a bra, which Tom didn’t like. His daughter had developed early, and at sixteen, she could easily be mistaken for twenty or more.

“Honey, you have to come. By the way, put on a bra, will you? There are a bunch of perverts out there.”

Her face showed her anger, but she simply said, “Like you then. What kind of father checks if his daughter is using a bra?”

Tom sighed and let it go. He knew she would put one on. She might be upset, but she did what he asked in the end. His phone buzzed, and it was a message from Carl.

“How’s it going?”

Tom replied. “Bad, she doesn’t want to go.”

“Shit, I’m having the same issue with Carla.”

“We’ll come over in a bit.”

Half an hour later, Emma and Tom were let in, and they went to the living room where Carla sat. Tom leaned against the door frame while Emma sat down in one of the chairs. Carl cleared his throat.

“Ladies, Tom and I know you don’t want to go, but it’s something you both have to do. You are sixteen, and it’s important.”

“I don’t want some dude poking around down there,” said Carla.

“Neither do I. It’s just weird.”

Tom sighed. “All women have to go to the gynecologist, okay? There is nothing special about it; it’s a fact, so just get it over with. By the way, Dr. Austin is a woman, not a dude.”

“Shit, she is probably a lesbian. Who else picks a job where you poke around in other women’s vaginas?” said Emma, and this made Carla laugh.

“Both of you, stop it and let’s go. The appointment is in half an hour, and there might be traffic,” said Carl and clapped his hands together. The two girls got up but were not happy.

“Dr. Austin, this is Emma and Carla. We have an appointment at 11 am,” said Carl.

The woman looked up from the desk and smiled. “Sorry, I’m not Dr. Austin. She is with a patient right now. I’m Linda. Please have a seat.”

While the girls were glued to their phones as usual, Tom and Carl talked about last night's game. After a while, the patient came out, and a few minutes later, a woman in her late thirties, dressed in a white coat, peeked out.

“Emma, Carla, who wasn’t to go first?”

“I’ll go, so I can get this shit over with,” said Emma and got up.

“Language,” said Tom, and she glared at him.

Dr. Austin led the way down a corridor to another well-lit room, where, in the middle, stood the chair Emma had dreaded sitting in.

“Don’t worry, this won’t take long, and it won’t hurt one bit,” said the doctor, and Emma sighed while taking off her dress and then her panties. She got in the chair, and the doctor helped her place her legs in the holders. Emma closed her eyes and felt vulnerable.

The doctor pulled up a little stool and sat down. “Let’s have a look.”

Emma tensed when she felt the older woman’s hands and fingers, but she didn’t have to worry; she was gentle and delicate while working. After a few minutes, the doctor moved away and said, “Everything looks fine. The only thing I would suggest is that you change whatever you use to masturbate with to something softer. Your vagina is a bit irritated.

Emma, still with her legs in the holder, blushed and said, “I don’t do that.”

Dr. Austin tilted her head and smiled. “Young lady, I have been doing this for a while now, and I know what a vagina looks like when something has been inserted over time. What are you using? I would guess your hairbrush handle.”

Emma sighed, “Yeah.”

“Well, change to a proper vibrator or just use your fingers, okay?”

She helped Emma down and then said, “Your father asked me to give you a prescription for birth control pills. You can pick it up from Linda. I will be out shortly to get your friend.”

Emma walked back to the waiting room and was confused. Why would her father get her on the pill? She would ask him later when they were alone.

“How was it?” asked Carla when Emma sat down next to her. Emma made sure their dads were busy talking, and then she whispered. “The doctor can see if you masturbate, and my dad wants me on the pill.”

Carla put her hand to her mouth, “Oh, shit, she can see that?”

“Yes, she can.”

“That’s so embarrassing.”

At that moment, Dr. Austin called Carla, who got up and followed her.

After the examination, Dr. Austin told her the same thing about masturbating with items that weren’t made for it. Carla, like Emma, blushed and first denied it, but then accepted the fact that she did.

“You have quite a small vagina, which is normal considering your body in general. I highly recommend using a smaller toy, and the day you have intercourse, make sure that the boy does it slowly if he is on the bigger side.”

Carla had never seen a dick, so she quietly asked, “What would be considered on the bigger side?”

“Oh, well, as far as I have read, the average penis is about five and a half inches. The average vagina is no more than four inches when not aroused.”

Carla was confused. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would the dick be longer than the vagina?”

Dr. Austin smiled. “When you are aroused, it changes, and you can accommodate up to eight inches, and some women even more.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks.”

“By the way, you can get the prescription for your birth control from Linda.”

In the car, on their way back home, Carla was the one who asked the question. “Why did you guys get me and Emma birth control pills? We have never been with a guy, and we are both single.”

Tom turned around in the passenger seat. “That’s true, but you never know when you will meet a guy and how fast you end up sleeping together. For me, it took like three days when I had my first girlfriend, and for Carl it was one or two, I think.”

“The same night, actually,” said Carl.

“Well, we are not horny sluts like your exes,” said Emma.

“I know, and we are happy, but we like to be on the safe side. Carl, remember our next stop; turn left up here.”

Emma and Carla didn’t know where they were going, but when they saw the shop where they had stopped, they both blushed.

“Here is fifty dollars each, go inside and get yourselves a decent toy,” said Carl, and handed Carla a note, and Tom gave the same to Emma. The girls just stared at them.

“Look, we were sixteen once as well, so we know that exploring your bodies is normal. We just want you to have fun doing it.”

The girls got out and went into the store, where a young woman greeted them. “Hi, and welcome. How can I help you?”

The girls looked at each other and then around the store. One entire wall was filled with dildos, dongs, and vibrators of all kinds, shapes, and sizes.

“Fuck,” sighed Emma, taking it all in.

The woman said, “Oh, I’m guessing you are looking for a toy, and it’s your first. Here are a few that I recommend.”

She showed them a couple of cock-shaped ones, and a few especially designed for G-spot stimulation. Carla saw a small vibrator in pink and took it off the hook.

“Great choice for a first-time toy,” said the woman, and continued. “What about you? Do you see anything that you like?”

Emma thought she would mess around with her father and Carl. “That one,” she said and pointed.

“My, my, are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

The woman went to get a small stepladder, got the toy from its hook, and handed it to Emma.

Carla came closer and said, “That thing is huge.”

“Yes, it says here eight inches.”

“And it looks like a dick. Look at those veins and that big head. I don’t think you will be able to use it.”

The woman had gone to attend to another client, and Emma said, “I have no intention of using it. I’m going to leave it on my nightstand, so my dad can see it. It should mess with him.”

They laughed and went to pay for their toys.

Back in the car, Tom said, “Did you get what you wanted?”

“Yes, we did,” said Carla and giggled.

“Can we see?” asked Carl.

“No way!” said Emma and giggled some more.

Later that night, Carla lay in her bed and held the toy in her hand. It was so smooth and soft. She bent it a little and realized it was flexible. She turned the knob at one end, and it began to vibrate in her hand. She moved it down and inside her panties, letting it rest against her clit. It didn’t take long before she was moaning and groaning in the dark. It was so much better than using the handle of a broken turner her father had broken off during a barbecue.

She pushed the toy inside and gasped as it hit the G-spot. “Ohh, fuck,” she moaned, and her eyes rolled back, and she came.

When Tom woke up, he went to wake up Emma, but her bed and room were empty. Then he remembered that she had early handball practice and was about to go and make breakfast when he saw something on her nightstand. He walked closer, and when he saw what it was, he said, “What the fuck?”

Picking up the large vibrator, he wondered if it had been a good idea to take the girls to the sex shop. A toy this size might hurt Emma. As he looked at it, an image of his daughter with the toy in her pussy crossed his mind, and he quickly shook his head and put the toy down. He picked up his phone and called Carl.

“Dude, did you get a chance to see what kind of toy Carla bought?”

“No, why?”

“Hang on, I’m sending you a photo.”

“Holy shit, dude, what is that? It's huge.”

“I know, right? I think she bought it just to fuck with me and won’t use it.”

Carl was quiet for a moment and then said, “What I’m about to say might sound perverse and sick, but do it, just to make sure?”

“What?”

“Smell it.”

“Dude, that’s sick, man.”

“Just do it, and you will know.”

Tom picked up the toy and put it to his nose. “Smells like rubber.”

“Then she hasn’t used it.”

“How do you know about this stuff?”

“Promise not to be mad?”

“Whatever.”

“I found a broken handle on one of the kitchen utensils in Carla’s room a few weeks ago. I couldn’t figure out why it would be on the floor under her bed. I picked it up, and then I had to sneeze. I covered my nose with the same hand I was holding it with, and you can guess the rest.”

“You smelt her.”

“Yeah, I know. Sick, right?”

“You are one pervert. Go to church and confess your sins.”

Carl laughed and hung up on his best friend.

Tom put the toy back where he had found it. In the back of his mind was a thought that he didn’t want to think about but did anyway. What if Emma did use the toy? After all, she might get curious one day when he wasn’t at home and try it. On the other hand, was that any of his business? No, of course not. But, thinking back to the size of the toy, he figured she wouldn’t be able to.

When Carl hung up, he went back to doing what he had been doing when Tom called him. He was looking for Carla’s toy. He found it behind her creams in the cupboard. The places he had searched were her nightstand, under the bed, and under the mattress. He picked it up and held it under his nose. He closed his eyes and breathed in, and there it was. The smell of his daughter. His dick grew hard, and he breathed in again, while imagining how Carla lay with the toy in her pussy and loved it. He took out his cock and stroked it with one hand while smelling the toy. It didn’t take long before he gasped and shot a few squirts into the toilet. He put the toy back, wiped his cock, flushed, and washed his hands.

He felt bad for what he had done. It had all started with him doing laundry and had picked up one of her panties that had fallen to the floor while he put the laundry into the machine. It didn’t look dirty, so he smelt it, and that was the first time. Since then, he would often masturbate while smelling her panties. Now, with Carla having a toy, it was so much better and sexier. Knowing that the toy had been inside her made his erection even harder.

He changed into his work clothes and got into his car. On his way to work, he kept thinking about the toy and wondered what it looked like when she came while using it. Was she a screamer, did she dig her nails into the sheets, did she buck and arch her back, did she gasp, or was she one of those girls who came quietly? As he came up to a red light, a thought entered his mind, but it was so perverted that he pushed it away; it came back again, and again until it was impossible to ignore.

A few weeks later, Tom was invited to Carl's for beers, movies, and pizza. Emma was spending the night with a friend, and Carla was also out of the house for the evening, but would come back at some point.

Carl went to get some ice that he had forgotten, and told Tom to check out his new computer while he was gone. They both worked in IT, so computers were a big thing in their lives. Tom opened up a few programs and played around with them. There was an icon he had never seen before on the home screen, so he double-clicked on it. At first, he wasn’t sure what he was looking at, but then it dawned on him. It was Carla's bedroom. There was a button named Files, so he clicked on that, and a bunch of video files came up. He clicked on the first, and when the video began to play, he was shocked. In it, Carla lay on her bed, it was daytime, and she was naked from her waist down. Her legs were spread apart, and her hand was between her legs. The video suddenly zoomed in, and it was as if Tom was a foot or two from the teen's pussy. He leaned in and couldn’t take his eyes from the monitor. There she was, fucking her pussy with her toy, and he could hear her moan and groan. It must be one serious system Carl had set up, he thought, and then clicked on another video. In this one, she was on all fours on the bed with her hand between her legs doing her thing.

Tom turned off the computer and grabbed a beer from the fridge. His hand was shaking, and he wasn’t sure how to approach the topic with his friend. What Carl was doing was bad, very bad, and he didn’t want him to get in trouble if Carla found out. Not even for a moment did Tom consider going to the police; he wasn’t a rat, and he cared too much for his perverted friend to do such a thing. No, he had to confront him and talk some sense into him.

“I’m back,” Carl called when he had closed the front door.

“I’m in the kitchen.”

Carl came in and put the bag of ice in the freezer. “Has the pizza arrived yet?”

“No, but we have something more important to discuss.”

“Oh, what’s that?” Carl opened a bottle of beer and took a long drink from it.

“I found your videos, Carl.”

His friend looked at him for a moment, and Tom was sure he would deny the whole thing, but instead he said, “What do you think? Isn’t she sexy? Carla and I love to watch those videos together.”

Tom was stunned; he tried to speak, but not a word came out.

“Dude, it’s all right. Carla doesn’t mind, and it has made our relationship so much better.”

Tom put down the beer on the sink and said, “She is in on it? How the fuck did this happen, Carl?”

A few weeks earlier

“Dad, do you remember when you asked me to show you my toy?” Carla and Carl were in the living room; he was watching the news and she was on her phone, as usual.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Do you want to see it?”

“Not really.”

“You did then.”

“That was in the moment. The toy and what you do with it is your business, and I respect that.”

“Oh, okay.” Her...