Part 9

I'm not looking forward to the next however long; no matter how much I begged by aunt for this visit. I have a were-penis, a penis that only shows itself for five days out of the month, but a penis none the less. Thing is, I think that it's my great aunt Lilith who gave me my penis, but I don't really know how, or why, or how. I know, I already said that but I think it needed reiterating.

I've always known that there was something different about my aunt. It's the way people look at her with a strange mix of fear and respect, almost like a Mafioso padrino or Godfather. Most people didn't like her, but then she did seem to enjoy rubbing people the wrong way, especially wives whose husbands have a wondering eye.

So, I dawdled in the bathroom, pretending that I hadn't moisturized, while Quinn changed into long Pyjama pants and a vest. This conversation with my aunt needed to happen. I needed to know for sure, but that didn't mean that I wasn't afraid of what she was going to say. Quinn bumps my shoulder and smiles warmly at me as we reach the bottom of the stairs. "You okay?"

I sigh but nod at the same time.

"Okay." She smiles again.

I watch her then as she flips that switch inside her head which turns her from the somewhat shy girl I just kissed, to the head bitch I've always known her to be. I'm amazed by the quick transformation. Gone is the warmth, the blush to her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes, only to be replaced by a cool façade, but she gives my hand a quick squeeze to let me know that she was still there for me.

I think Quinn and my aunt Lilith got off on the wrong foot. The staring match, the iciness of my aunt towards Quinn, the slightly smarmy comments, and from Quinn's reversion back into Quinn Fabray, I'm guessing that she didn't take to Lilith either. I hope that that will change, because this is going to be a very uncomfortable evening if my aunt and my … Quinn, don't get along.

Quinn follows close behind me as we walk towards the living room. We can hear the sounds of the television and know that Lilith was at least occupied whilst we were upstairs a little longer than I said we'd be.

"Are you sure that you want me in there with you?"

"You don't have to come in if you don't want to, Quinn, but I would really appreciate it if you did." I take a long breath in through my nose. "And, after what we agreed to upstairs, it would only be right that you heard everything too."

"Okay." A smile cracks through that cool gaze and I can't help but return it.

I lead the way.

It takes a few seconds for my aunt to realise that we had walked into the living room, but when she does turn to look at us, I can see the mix of sadness and anger swirling behind her dark eyes.

"What's wrong?" I step closer as I speak. I don't think I have ever seen her look at me like that before.

Her dark brows furrow and her gaze flickers back to the T.V. "What is wrong with this world?" She sighs heavily. "You're either trying to destroy it or each other, and it's becoming more and more devastating."

I look towards the flat screen and notice that the news is on. Yet another terrorist attack it seems. It's wrong and horrible, but I've found myself becoming desensitized to the stream of gory news reports that happen with alarming frequency. I turn back to my aunt. I haven't got a reply for her, so I gently take the remote control from her hand and turn the T.V off.

When I glance at Quinn, she shrugs her shoulders at me.

"I'm sorry, bubbeleh." Lilith breathes as she wipes away the tears from her eyes. "I tend to avoid watching your news because of such things happening in the world, but it just caught my eye. Such a terrible thing."

"I know, aunty." I sigh.

We sit in silence for a few moments as we wait for my aunt to gather herself.

"So, Rachel," She speaks eventually. "What was so urgent that I must come right now?" She purses her lips as she looks at me.

"You know what was so urgent, Aunt Lilith." I shake my head at her because I was still pissed that she had left it so long. "I was in crisis and you were the only one I could talk to."

"Were?" Dark eyes flicker to the blonde sitting next to me on the sofa. "You have someone else you can talk to now?"

I look to Quinn, unable to hide my smile. "Quinn knows now." I nod. "Because of what happened today."

"And Quinn understands that no one else must know?" Crap! My aunty has that dangerous, almost predatory look back in her eyes as she stares at Quinn.

"Of course she does." I scowl and shift in my seat. I turn until I'm almost hiding Quinn from Lilith's sharp gaze. "We've come to an understanding."

She arches a finely shaped brow at me. "An understanding?" I'm guessing, because of the way that my aunt is now smirking as she shifts her gaze between me and Quinn, that I'm not the only one blushing. "I see, bubbeleh."

"Anyway," I shake my head, hoping for my embarrassment to disappear. "I'd like to know, once and for all, Aunt Lilith, did you give me a penis?"

She blinks at me and then smiles widely. "Always so direct my little Rachel Barbra. You remind me so much of myself sometimes." She leans forward then; her dark eyes focus intently on my own slightly lighter coloured eyes. "What if I did, bubbeleh? Would you want me to take it back?"

I'm a little shocked by the question. It's not something that I've really thought about in a long time. "No." I breathe. I may bitch and moan about the awkwardness of having an occasional penis. I can't wear bikinis during that time of the month, the spanks can be really uncomfortable, and I get ill-timed erections, but I'm learning all the time to adapt and control my reactions. Losing my penis would be like losing a part of me. It's who I am now, and having someone close to me that wants to touch my penis, really is a giant tick in the keep column. I shake my head. "I don't want it to go away forever, aunty." I swallow thickly. "It's just …"

"It's just what, Rachel?" Her eyes narrow. "You want options and control? You want a schvantz when you want it, like when you want to please your pretty little girlfriend between the silk? It doesn't work that way, Rachel."

I gasp at the ire behind her words. "I didn't say that." I lift my chin, feeling more than a little angry myself. "Sure, it would be nice to control when and where I get it, but I never said that. And, quite frankly, I'm offended that you would say such things, not just to me, but in front of Quinn." I stand quickly and begin to pace. "It hurt like hell, Lilith. I thought I was being torn apart today and I didn't know what was happening or why. I had no one to talk to but you until Quinn helped me. I just want to know what to expect. Will it hurt again?"

She watches me as I fume but it takes her a little while before she speaks again. "What happened?" She sighs.

I stare at her with my hands on my hips, trying to calm myself just as she seems to have done. "I was three days late but i still assumed that my penis would come like normal, whilst I was sleeping. It decided to make its grand appearance during Noah's party and it was excruciating." I'm still scowling at my aunt until Quinn touches my hip and looks to the seat next to her, so i sit. "I've never before been in so much pain, and i was scared to death that someone else would see me."

"You were late?" she seems confused by my words and then everything seems to click for her because her dark eyes widen and she nods her head. "You were anxious about this party if i seem to remember." I nod. "So worried in fact that it affected your sleep and your eating patterns?"

I shrug. I had been anxious and worried, but i didn't really want to admit it. I didn't want Quinn to know that it was the first time I had been invited to someone's party that wasn't Mr Schuester, and I really had wanted to show that I wasn't a freak.

Lilith turns her eyes to Quinn. "You were an athlete, true? A champion cheerleader if my niece tells me correctly? A Lucky Charm."

Quinn arches a brow. "I was a Cheerio."

Aunt Lilith smirks and we both know that she knew exactly what Quinn Fabray had once been, but she has a strange sense of humour sometimes and she likes to tease. "Yes. Now tell me, Miss Fabray, what can affect a woman's monthly cycle to the extreme of altering her schedule?"

Thinking for a few seconds, Quinn replies. "Illness, stress, exercise or sports and if you're not eating properly. A lot of Cheerios report missing periods, especially coming up to competitions."

"That is why you were late, bubbeleh." She smiles at me then. "There is nothing wrong with you."

"It hurt so much, aunty." If Quinn wasn't here, I would've probably curled up in my aunt's lap like I used to as a child. Hell, I wasn't much bigger now so I wouldn't hurt her, and I feel as though I needed her comfort. My aunt was the only female I grew up with besides my bubbeh and I didn't like to get all that close to her. My grandmother had been a very scary old lady.

She cocks her head at me. "Perhaps you aren't meant to be awake when it happens because it does hurt. You need to relax, Rachel, especially during the time that you know your little penis is supposed to arrive."

"Little?" I huff. "My penis is perfectly average, thank you." I look to Quinn wanting to see if she disagrees.

"I don't know, Rachel." She looks flustered. "No frame of reference, remember? Eyes closed?"

I scowl at them both. "Well, I know. It's average. I've measured." I snap my eyes to Aunt Lilith when she snorts a laugh and cross my arms over my chest. "Are you saying that it was my fault that I was in agony?"

Lilith shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm unsure, bubbeleh. I've never heard of anyone else suffering from any form of pain."

"Anyone else?" I gasp. "You mean that there are others like me?"

She sighs at me. "You are not the only one, Rachel. We don't talk about it, but your condition is not as unique in our family as you might think."

I swallow thickly as I fight to make sense of her words. Did she just tell me that were-penises (?), peni (?), penes (?), fuck it, were-cocks ran in the family? Does this mean that my condition is genetic and not the result of a childish wish?

"Many women wish to try out a little something extra." She chuckles softly.

I'm frowning now as she continues to cause befuddlement. If 'many women' wish, does that mean Lilith granted?

"Who are you?" I'd almost forgotten that Quinn was sitting in the same room as us until she spoke.

"Yeah." I add-on, suddenly lacking my usual loquaciousness as I second her question. "I've done extensive research on the Berry family tree and its adjoining orchard of Jewish relatives, and I've come to the conclusion that you are not in fact related to me by blood." There, that's better.

"You are blood of mine, Rachel Barbra. Never forget that." Lilith's gaze sharpens on me. "The blood is thin, but it is blood nontheless. I would not be here otherwise."

"But, I've researched."

"Your research is wrong." She snaps.

Quinn shifts in her seat, drawing our attention to her. "So you really are Rachel's aunt?"

"Of course I am." Her anger seems to deflate a little as my friend speaks.

"You're not a witch or anything?" Quinn can't hide her skepticism. She doesn't believe that my aunt is a witch and she doesn't think that she gave me my penis, but there are things that I know, research outside of the family that I've done.

My aunt shakes her head with a chuckle. "I am just Lilith, Quinn."

I notice the almost playful sparkle in her dark eyes. "Lilith?" I ask.

When she turns her head back to towards me, I swear that I see something else in those eyes, something that I can't really name. A deepening of colour until the dark chocolate becomes almost black? A swirl of something dangerous? I don't know.

She nods slowly, and I wonder if she sees recognition in my eyes. "Just your great Aunt Lilith, bubbeleh."

Our conversation comes to an abrupt ending when my fathers return from their date. They don't know about my penis, they don't understand what happens to me once a month, and they certainly don't know what I believe about 'Great Aunt Lilith', so I ask them how their date went.

I can see that my dad is a little puzzled by Lilith being in his living room when it wasn't someones birthday, a funeral, or Hanukkah, but he is always super polite around her, so he kisses her cheek and asks her if she's well as daddy chats to me about the movie he and dad saw.

"How was the party, baby?" Daddy asks. "You're back earlier than expected."

"Quinn bought me home because I wasn't feeling well." I send a smile to Quinn.

Daddy arches a thick brow at me. "Not alcohol related, I hope?"

I shake my head. "I only had a wine cooler, daddy. I just don't think it and the Sun agreed with me."

My aunt keeps quiet, which I am grateful for. We'd told her that I got sick so that I had an excuse to leave the room and knock one out. I really hadn't had a lot to drink and i hadn't been feeling well because of penis pain. I wasn't lying to my dads.

"Quinn's spending the night. I hope you guys don't mind."

"Not at all." Daddy beams at Quinn.

"You're welcome to stay too, Aunt Lilith." My dad turns to Lilith. "I can make the spare room up for you."

She waves her hand at him. "Your generosity is appreciated, Hiram, but unnecessary." She smiles widely and out of the corner of my eye, I see Quinn cock her eyebrow. "I have a room waiting elsewhere." Lilith is smirking and I suspect that her room somewhere involves a married man. She had once told me that she prefered married men because they weren't so clingy. This facet of Lilith only helps me confirm her identity.

"Will I see you again before you leave, Aunty?" I speak up when it looks as though she's about to say her goodbyes. I didn't fail to notice that Lilith gave me very little information this evening.

"Of course, bubbeleh." Her lip curls into a sly smile. "Call me sometime tomorrow afternoon once you've had enough of playing with your friend."

My mouth drops open as a deep blush flushes my cheeks with colour. Did she mean my penis or Quinn? Lucky for me that both of my dads were busy sending courteous smiles between Lilith and Quinn to notice my embarrassment. I take a deep breath and plaster on my show face. "Will do, Aunt Lilith."

She chuckles as she takes her leave. "I'll see you tomorrow, bubbeleh." She reminds me and I nod.

My dad is looking at me now as we all stand in the hall. "Did your aunt drive here? I didn't see a car waiting for her."

I'm unsure so I shrug. "She was here when I got home, dad."

"Oh." He pushes his glasses further up his nose. "Strange." He says, but he never once questions the reason as to why she was here.

My daddy starts to laugh. "That's your family in a nut shell, Hiram."

"Hey!" Both dad and I speak together, but he takes no notice and continues to laugh.

"At least she left before she tried to cop a feel of my ass." Daddy exaggerates a shudder as he looks over to Quinn. "That woman does not know the meaning of boundaries and she certainly has no filter on that mouth of hers."

Quinn is smirking at him knowingly. "I did notice that, Mr Berry."

Daddy grins. I think that he's a little enamoured by the pretty blonde girl standing in his home. Hell, aren't we all. "Would you like some hot chocolate, Quinn?" He asks his guest before turning to me and daddy. "Hot chocolate?"

"That would be lovely, daddy." I smile. "But if you don't mind, we'll take it in my room. I have a movie that Quinn is in desperate need of seeing and I'm sure that you both," I look between my fathers. "Don't want to sit through Funny Girl for a third time this week."

My daddy chuckles deeply. "You'd be right there, baby girl. I love Barbra as much as the next stereotypically gay man, but three times in one week is too much even for me."

"You've already watched it twice?" Quinn looks a little green at the prospect of watching the movie tonight. "We can watch something else then if you'd like. Funny Girl can wait until you've convinced Mr Schuester to let you show it in Glee."

"Oh heavens, Quinn," Dad's bemused, I can tell by the way his lip is twitching. "Rachel has worn out three video cassette tapes; and a DVD of Funny Girl. She's seen the movie too many times to even remember."

"I really don't mind watching it with you tonight, Quinn." I smile widely. "And then again in Glee."

Her voice is barely a whisper, but I still catch her sarcastic exclamation of 'oh joy!'

I'm too tired out by today's events to hide my disappointment effectively and she must notice my dejected look because she quickly flashes me a smile. "Fine, Funny Girl it is, but only if we can watch Beauty and the Beast afterwards. I'm more than certain that you'll have that tucked away somewhere."

"I do." I perk up, returning her smile.

"Good." She raises her brow at me. "I'm only guessing from the tone of that song that you keep singing that the movie is more drama than comedy, so I'll need Disney to brighten my mood afterwards. I refuse to fall asleep with depressing thoughts in my head because Mom says it leads to wrinkles."

My smile widens further. "While the title could be considered a misnomer, it does have its funny moments, Quinn. I'd personally put it in the dramedy genre of film."

She sighs and shakes her head, but I can tell that she isn't really upset about watching the movie with me.

"Okay girls." My daddy interrupts. "Why don't you start the movie and I'll bring your hot chocolate up when it's done?"

We say our goodnights to my dad because he looks about ready to drop and I know that he has to be up early in the morning for work. As he heads to bed, I know that daddy won't be too far behind him once he's brought us our drinks and finished his own chocolate.

I hold my hand out in front of me. "After you, Quinn." She smiles and takes the lead. I'm wily and polite all rolled into one petite package. I rarely get the opportunity to check out Quinn's ass, so I'm going to take advantage whenever I can.

Quinn stretches her arms out above her head and yawns as we enter my room. I catch sight of a sliver of her toned stomach and bite down on my lip. I know that I saw her in her in a bikini just a few hours previously, but that delightful view has been hidden from my eyes since then.

She sits on the edge of my bed and I push my bedroom door until it is almost closed. "Are you really going to make me watch Funny Girl twice?" She leans back on her hands as she softly speaks.

I freeze momentarily as I watch her. She runs her tongue across her lower lip as she looks up at me through her lashes. I wonder if she's doing it on purpose, turning me on that is, or if she's lowered her voice because my dad has just gone to bed.

Swallowing thickly I make to reply, only to find that my voice has left me. I clear my throat. "If you really object to watching the movie, Quinn, we can just go ahead and watch Beauty and the Beast instead, or you can pick something else."

She cocks her head as I speak and starts to smile. "You're like her, you know?"

"Her, who?" I frown at her sudden change in topic.

"Your aunt." She smirks. "You don't have the slight middle-eastern accent or the scary eyes, but you talk the long way around most things like she does, and you both have the same smile."

I take a step towards the bed. "You've noticed my smile?"

She throws her head back and snorts as she laughs. "Everyone notices your smile, Rachel."

I can't help but grin at this Quinn. She seems so relaxed and playful and while I know that the Quinn Fabray who slushied me and called me names is still there underneath the surface, I'm happy that she's allowing me to see this side of her. My cock is also happy at seeing this side of Quinn because her belly button, and throat, and her shoulders are exposed, and I really want to touch every inch of skin that I can see.

Her eyes sparkle, and her cheeks are pink when she finishes laughing. "You want to make out until your dad comes up with the hot chocolate?" She returns my grin with one of her own.

God damn, I love this Quinn. My smile widens and I nod my head.

"Put in a movie, and get over here." She smirks.

"Which movie?" I pause on my way to my DVD player.

She rolls her eyes. "I really don't care, Rachel. It's not like we're going to watch it."

TBC