AN: I do not own Glee
AN: The story has been edited
Chapter One: The Set Up
Rachel walked into the house expecting to see her fathers waiting by the door ready to say goodbye, but found an empty entrance. "Dads, I'm home."
Rachel's father Hiram suddenly appeared at the bottom of the staircase carrying a small red suitcase. Hiram was quiet and poised when he walked. He was always sneaking up on his husband and daughter, and he always had a good chuckle when they jumped. Today was no different. He chuckled when she jumped. "Hi Honey."
Rachel glared at her father in annoyance. "It's not funny Dad."
"Actually it is quite funny," Hiram chuckled. "Awe, I love you darling."
"I love you too Dad, But that still wasn't nice," pouted Rachel.
Hiram smiled at Rachel. "How was your day?"
"It was okay," Rachel replied. "Mr. Schue gave us next week's assignment."
"Let me guess," Leroy said, as he came down the steps, carrying two suitcases. "Duets again."
"Yup, and he chose the partners this time. I'm paired with Brittany," Rachel said, smiling.
Her father's gave each other a knowing look. Rachel had had a crush on the tall dancer since they met at the duck pond five years ago. "I invited her to sleepover this weekend. I hope that's alright?"
"Of course it is dear," Hiram said. "It actually takes a load of our minds, knowing somebody else is here with you."
"I agree," Leroy added. "This is the first time you're staying home alone for longer than a day."
"And I told you already. I am more than capable of taking care of myself for a week. So stop worrying. I will call you if there are any problems."
"We will never stop worrying about you. It's our job as parents to worry," Hiram said.
"I'm with him," Leroy agreed, pointing at his husband.
"Try and have a good time," Rachel told them.
"We will," They said in unison.
"What about you dear? Are you going to let that girl in on your condition?" Leroy asked.
"No. There is no way I am telling her about that," Rachel answered.
"Sweetie, I really wish you would tell somebody. It's not good to keep things bottled up, and there is nothing wrong with it. Sure it's a little different, but at the moment there is nothing you can do about it," Hiram said.
"Your father is right," Leroy said. "We just want you to be comfortable with your body. No matter how it looks. If you had somebody else to tell you it's alright then you might feel better about it, and Brittany seems like the perfect person for the job. Plus there's that little known fact that you're in love with her."
"I am not, Daddy," Rachel forcible said. "I do not see where you drew that conclusion from."
"From the duck pond," Leroy said.
"From every single Saturday that you have spent at the duck pond with Brittany, for no reason except that she goes there every week," Hiram explained.
"I do not like Brittany like that," Rachel said. "Now if you will excuse me, I have a few things to take care of before Brittany arrives. I hope you have a splendid week. I will call if there are any problems here."
"Alright dear," Hiram said. "We love you, and please think about what we've said. We really think it will help you."
"I will think about, but I have already made up my mind," She replied, and the darted up the stairs to her room.
Hiram and Leroy shared a look of concern. They both knew that Rachel was not as okay as she claimed to be. They wished they could do something about it, but knew that there was little they could do. They both looked up when they heard running. "Yeah, she doesn't like Brittany at all," Leroy sarcastically said. "Two showers in one day, can only mean one thing."
"Yeah, that she's smitten with Brittany. She never showers before Finn comes over," Hiram said.
Leroy and Hiram were walking out the front door when a red Jeep Wrangler pulled into the driveway behind Rachel's scooter. A tall blonde got out of the passenger side, still in her cheerleading outfit, with a book bag, and a red gym duffle. They could only assume that this was Brittany.
"Bye Sanny, Thanks for the ride," Brittany said when she got around to the other side.
"No problem B. Hope ya have fun with the hobbit. Call if you need a ride. I'll be with Quinn getting my mack on," Santana said, and then pulled out of the driveway.
"Have fun," Brittany yelled, and then turn to the two men who were watching her with interest. "Hi, Rachel's daddies. I'm Brittany."
"Hi Brittany, I'm Leroy, and this is my husband Hiram. We really must be going if we want to beat traffic. Rachel's in her room. Go wait for her on her bed. It's up the stairs and to the left. You can't miss it. Don't bother knocking, because she's probably in the shower."
"Okay," Brittany said dreamily. "Bye." She yelled as skipped into the house.
"What the hell was that?" Hiram asked sharply.
"That was me giving our baby girl an opening. She needs this. She needs to have at least one other person besides telling her that there is nothing wrong with her condition," Leroy explained.
"What if were wrong about that girl and she think it's disgusting, or worse tells everybody about it?" Hiram asked.
"Then we'll be here to pick up the pieces, but I really think this will be good," Leroy said.
"I hope you're right about this. Let's go, before we miss our check in time, and have nowhere to sleep.
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Brittany entered Rachel's room without knocking, just as she had been told to. The bathroom door was open, and she could hear running water and soft moaning coming from the shower. She smiled to herself. There was only one reason a woman moaned like that, and it was because of sexy times. So she sat down to wait for her to finish.
Brittany heard a frustrated groan, followed by a squeal, and then she heard Rachel loudly say damn it, as the water shut off. The curse word threw Brittany a little. Rachel never cursed. She always says that it is very un-becoming of a lady.
She peeked into the bathroom, just as Rachel pulled back the curtain, giving her a full frontal view of the shorter girl's naked body. Her eyes raked over the delicious skin on show for her. Rachel had a very nice body, full breasts, and curves in all the right places, but what she saw at her bare apex confused her.
A fully erect four inch long penis was nestled where her clit should be. At first site Brittany had though it was very realistic strap-on, but there wasn't a harness. It was really confusing her. It couldn't be real because she didn't have any balls, and she still had a vagina.
Rachel didn't notice Brittany presence until she went to grab a towel off of the rack, and saw her sitting on her bed staring right at her penis. She screeched, grabbed the towel, and hastily covered herself up.
"Brittany," she yelled, scaring poor Brittany. "What the hell are you doing in my room? How did you get in?"
Brittany looked like she was going to cry, because she didn't understand why Rachel was so upset. After all she was just doing what she was told to do. "I'm sorry. Your daddies told me to come up and wait on your bed. Are you upset because I saw you naked, and you're not so lady part?"
"Yes. I am," Rachel said. "You should have knocked, Brittany."
"Your daddies told me not to, because you would probably be in the shower. Which you were," Brittany said.
Rachel's anger toward the blonde dissipated. It wasn't her fault that her fathers had set her up. They were going to be in a world of trouble when that got back for this one.
"It's alright, Brittany. I'm not angry at you, and I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was just surprised to see you standing there, is all," Rachel said, as she grabbed a second towel, and then walked out of the bathroom.
"It's alright Rae. I'm sorry if I scared you," Brittany said.
Rachel watched as Brittany's eyes dropped to the tent in the towel, with confusion written on her face. She held the big fluffy towel up with one hand, and moved her other hand down to cover her erection. She was irritated that it still hadn't softened, even after being scared to death. She made sure that her towel was covering everything and then sat down on her bed.
Rachel felt like crying. She never wanted anybody to find out about her penis, and now a girl she had been crushing on for years had seen it. To make matters worse her erection wouldn't go down. She tried masturbating which she had been unsuccessful at. She had turned the cold water on at the end of the shower, which didn't work. She was even frightened, and that didn't work. Now she was sitting on her bed with Brittany staring at her crotch, trying very hard to see through the towel.
The confused look on the blonde's face, made Rachel uncomfortable. There was no way she was getting out of this without a lengthy, possibly embarrassing discussion. "Brittany, please stop staring at it."
"But I don't understand," Brittany stated, and cocked her head to the side like it would help her understand it better. "It looked so real, but you're a girl, so it can't be real. So it has to be a strap-on, but I didn't see a harness."
Rachel grabbed her second towel and started to dry her hair. Brittany wasn't going to let it go. She was stuck, and her fathers were in such big trouble for doing this to her.
"It is a real penis, Brittany," she told the taller girl. Brittany looked even more confused, so she elaborated with, "I am not wearing a strap-on."
If Rachel thought that this was going to clear things up for the blonde she had been sadly mistaken, because it just confused her even further. "But I saw your pussy," Brittany stated bluntly. "How can you have a vagina and a penis?"
Rachel stopped drying her hair and looked up at the dancer. "Come sit down, and I'll explain it to you. Just let me get dressed first."
"Okay," Brittany replied, and did as she asked.
Rachel went over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. Her first instinct was to grab a pair of boxers that she usually wore when she was at home. Then she changed her mind, and went to grab a pair of her special underwear. Then she realized that it didn't matter that the blonde was here. She already saw the damn thing anyways. Why even bother to try and stuff her erection into the tight suffocating underwear. She pulled the boxers on, grabbed a t-shirt out of her pajama drawer, and pulled it over her head, before dropping the towel.
She took the towel to the bathroom, and returned a second later with a brush. Brittany's eyes immediately latched on the tent in her boxers. Rachel really wanted to cry again. Partly from the situation, but more so because of the painful throbbing she was feeling down there. She didn't know what to do to relieve the pressure. Nothing she had tried worked so far. This had never happened to her before. Most of the time she could just think of something unpleasant to make it go down, and if that didn't work a cold shower usually would. On rare occasions neither of those methods worked, then she is forced to relieve the pressure manually. This time was a first. She was currently wishing she could go back to a year ago when the damn thing was only used as a way to pee.
Brittany's staring was making her uncomfortable. Not that she blamed the girl. She would probably be staring too if the role were flipped, but they weren't. She sat down at the head end of her bed, and placed one of her pillows over her crotch. Successfully averting Brittany's attention away from that area, and back to her face.
"I have a vagina, but I was born with a penis where my clit should be," Rachel explained.
"Why?" Brittany asked.
"I don't really know," Rachel answered.
"Can you get a girl pregnant with it?" Brittany asked.
"No. I don't have testis…err… balls," Rachel replied.
"So you won't be able to have a baby?" Brittany asked sadly.
"Oh I can. My female reproductive system works normally. The only thing that is abnormal is my penis."
"Do you like having a dick?"
"Not really. Especially at the moment," Rachel answered honestly.
"Because it won't go down?" Brittany asked bluntly.
Brittany's bluntness was normally a quality that she admired, but she was finding it frustrating at the moment. "Yes, because it won't soften, and it's become quite painful."
Brittany crawled up the bed, and laid beside the brunette. "Why don't you just have solo-sexy times to take care of it? That's what I do when I'm horny."
Rachel had to think for a moment to understand what Brittany had meant. Then she realized that the blonde was taking about masturbation. "Um… ah… Well… Um … I did that in the shower, but it didn't work," she said quietly.
"You need to have real sexy times, and then it'll go down," Brittany said. "Can I see it again?"
Rachel looked down at the blonde in shock. Had she really just told her she needed to have sex, and then ask to see it again? "I really don't think that is appropriate."
"I don't know what that means, or what it has to do with me seeing your penis again," Brittany said.
"It means that I think that it is… oh never mind," Rachel said. "It means no."
"But I already saw it. Why can't I see it again? Please."
The look Brittany was giving her was slightly unbearable. This must be the reason nobody could say no to her. It really couldn't hurt her anymore, so why not? Maybe her dads were right.
She moved the pillow away from her lap, laid backwards so that she was leaning against the pillows behind her, and slid her boxers down to her knees. Brittany's lit up when her dick came into view.
Rachel instinctively went to cover herself up, but Brittany stopped her. "I like it," she said. "It's smaller than the guys who I've had not-so-sexy times with. I bet I can fit it all in my mouth."
Rachel felt her dick twitch, and a gush of wetness come from her vaginal at the visual Brittany just planted in her head. She really wanted the blonde to do exactly that.
"Can I touch it?" Brittany asked.
"No," Rachel said automatically. It had become second nature to tell the boys she had been with no. That way she could hide it as long as possible. Why the hell was she saying no now though? She literally had the girl of her dreams in her bed asking to touch her. "Yes. No. I don't know," she cried.
"Please?" Brittany asked. "I can make it feel really good." Rachel didn't trust her voice. The pain in her nether region, and the visions of Brittany with her lips wrapped around her penis made her head fuzzy. She nodded her head yes.
Brittany slowly moved her hand over Rachel's hip teasing the soft skin, and then slowly slid her hand around the petite appendage. Rachel moaned, and threw her head back at the contact. She moaned again when the blonde started to move her hand up and down her shaft. It never felt like this when she did it herself.
She groaned when Brittany released her dick, but whimpered when she felt the blonde's fingers running through her slit, and down to her opening. She tried to spread her legs open, but her boxers were preventing her from doing so. Brittany saw her predicament, and moved away briefly to pull them completely off.
Instead of lying back down next to her, Brittany nestled herself between Rachel's now spread legs. Brittany's left hand went back to the shorter girls slit, while her right one wrapped itself around the dick. Brittany looked up at Rachel and silently asked permission for what she was about to do.
Rachel sobered a little and bit her lip. This was a Hugh thing for her, and she wanted to take a moment to think it over. Unfortunately her penis was aching so badly that it was making it incredibly hard to process what the consequences could be. "Please," she whispered.
Brittany smiled, and slowly slid a finger into Rachel's virgin channel. Since she was forced to use tampons during her periods, Rachel's hymen had already been broke. She felt very little pain until Brittany added a second finger. Brittany moved slowly in and out allowing Rachel to adjust to the intrusion. The look of pain faded from Rachel's face, and her body relaxed allowing her to enjoy the movement.
The blonde had set a steady rhythm. When she pushed her fingers into the girl, she pulled the dick upwards. When she pulled her fingers out, she pushed down on the dick. In, out, up, down.
Rachel was in heaven, until she felt the blonde's hand leave her dick. She whimpered slightly at the loss. Her world exploded when Brittany replace the missing hand with her mouth. Brittany had been right. She could fit her entire dick in her mouth.
The blonde moved her fingers in and out at a faster pace, while sucking hard on the dick in her mouth, and bobbing her head up and down to cause more friction. Rachel's hips where bucking wildly, and her body was beginning to tighten up. She was close. Brittany sped her thrusting fingers up to a frantic pace, while sucking even more firmly on the dick.
Rachel looked down, and the site of her dick in the blonde's mouth threw her over the edge, with a loud, "Oh shit." She came so hard that she blacked out.
Brittany kept her mouth attached to the dick, milking it for all it was worth. When she released the soft member she withdrew her fingers, sucked them clean, and proceeded to lick up all of Rachel's cum that was still spilling out of her vagina.
When she deemed her task completed, she took of her cheerleading outfit leaving her in just a sports bra, and panties. She then grabbed the throw blanket that was on the desk chair, and cuddled up with sleeping diva, covering them both up in the process.
Rachel woke up a few hours later, to a darkened room. The first thing she noticed was the sleeping blonde, who was lying almost completely on top of her. The second thing she noticed was her hard member that was being squished in between their bodies. Despite the uncomfortable throb she felt down there, she made no efforts to move Brittany off of her. In fact she wrapped her arms around the blonde and pulled her closer.
She looked at the clock on her bedside table. It showed 9:37 in bright pink numbers. She thought back to four hours ago. She felt like she should be freaking out. After all she did just loose her virginity to the blonde. She wasn't though. This is what she wanted. Brittany was who she had wanted since she was eleven, and met her for the first time at the duck pond. It was the reason she showed up every Saturday, even after Santana, and Quinn came into the picture. Despite how mean the other two were to her, they both were always there, even though they rarely spoke to each other. She had her dream girl sleeping half-naked on top of her. She could think about the repercussions of this night tomorrow. Tonight she just wanted the blonde. She rolled both of them over, nestled her body in between Brittany's legs. She peppered kisses up and down the blonde's neck, while grinding her hips into hers.
Brittany woke form the ministrations a few minutes later. She looked through sleepy, lustful eyes at the brunette, and then captured her lips in a searing kiss. She wrapped her arms around her neck pulled her down so that she was lying on top of her. She grounded her hips upward, causing Rachel's hard member to rub against her clit. She broke the kiss and pulled at the hem of the other girl's shirt. Rachel got the message, and sat up to allow room for the blonde to remove it.
When her shirt was gone, Rachel removed Brittany's sports bra, and then her panties. She couldn't really see the blonde very well, so she leaned over and turned on the lamp next to her bed. Her eyes racked over the beautiful body that was presented before her. She leaned back down and captured the blonde's lips again.
Neither girl said a word as Rachel peppered soft kisses down the blonde's neck and chest. For fear of breaking the spell they had fallen under. She took Brittany's left nipple into her mouth, sucked lightly, and then released it again. She kissed a path over to her right breast, and repeated the process, adding in a nibble or two. She kissed her way back to the center of her chest, before kissing her way down her stomach.
Rachel was beyond nervous, but she didn't let it show. She knew in theory what she had to do to bring the blonde to an orgasm, and felt confident that she could do it. All the confidence in the world wouldn't stop her from being nervous at that moment though.
Her tongue swiped gently through the blonde's wet slit, and moaned at how sweet it tasted. She did it again, and again, gathering up as much sweetness as she could with each swipe.
The taste was intoxicating. She dipped her tongue into Brittany's opening, and then pulled back again. She placed two fingers at her opening, and moaned as she plunged them into her. She nipped at her clit a couple of times, before taking it fully into her mouth and sucking firmly. She found a good rhythm, similar to the one Brittany had used earlier. Just with a smaller appendage.
The moaning coming from the blonde drove Rachel wild. Her hips were grinding into her bed, while she sped her thrusting fingers up. Brittany started thrusting her hip in time with the fingers, while chanting 'harder Rae-Rae' over and over again.
Brittany's orgasm hit hard and fast, and she screamed Rachel's name when it hit. She slumped back down to the bed with a grunt, and pulled Rachel up her body. She gave her a searing kiss, and then said. "Put it in."
"Are you sure?" Rachel asked.
Brittany didn't respond. Instead she grabbed her hard dick and placed it at her opening, and thrust her hips up to impale herself on it. Rachel moaned at the hot, wet feeling on her dick. God if that wasn't the best feeling ever. She adjusted her position, so that she had a better angle, and started to move in and out. Brittany wrapped her legs around the brunette waist, pulled her down closer to her, and the captured her lips in a passion filled kiss.
The only sounds that filled the room were their moaning, wet skin slapping against wet skin, and the banging of the headboard as Rachel thrusting picked up speed. Rachel was close to coming, but she wanted to get the blonde off again before she did. Judging by her frantic hip movement the blonde was close as well.
The brunette sat up a little, moved her arm in between their bodies, and searched for the other girl's clit. She found the hard nub quickly, and started to frantically rub circles around it. She sped her thrust up even more. Loud moans filled the air, followed by Brittany screaming Rachel's name for the second time in an hour. Rachel kept thrusting into the blonde. She was so close. She just needed a few more to follow.
Years of gymnastics, dance classes, and Sue Sylvester made it so that she could reach around the thrusting girl, and plunge her fingers into her pussy without jostling either of them from their position. Rachel moaned loudly as she came, and then slumped forward on to the blonde.
"I really glad you invite me over," Brittany said tiredly.
"So am I," Rachel mumbled. Just before drifting off to sleep Brittany heard Rachel mumbled into ear, "Gotta make my Dads 'thank you' cookies tomorrow."