Part 7

"Bubbelah?" She's frowning at me as she pulls herself up from the sofa. "What happened to your face?" She must've been sleeping when we walked in, but the tiredness has evaporated from her voice, only to be replaced by a chill as her dark eyes look to Quinn.

I haven't seen my aunt Lilith since my bubbeh passed, despite many requests. She's missed two birthdays and I hadn't heard anything from her. Now, my aunt Lilith, who's obviously angry with whomever hurt me, is standing in my living room at the most inopportune moment, seemingly thinking that Quinn was the one who hit me.

I wave off her concern. "Finn."

"Oh." She relaxes and smiles at me. She's read many stories of Finn if her previous pattern of reading everything I send to her still holds. "Well, I'm here." She holds out her arms for a hug but I really don't feel comfortable moving just yet.

Quinn shifts the side of me and its then that I notice that her eyes are no longer on my aunt Lilith. She coughs into her hands and averts her pretty eyes. She was staring at the bulge in my pants. Damn these sweats. I'm just grateful that it looks as though my aunt can't see my erection from the front.

Lilith is frowning at my rudeness and I blush, because I can't hug her when I have a boner. "I'm sorry, Aunt Lilith. I really have something to take care of."

"I come all this way to see you and you're rushing out of the room? What is with you, Rachel Barbra?" She crosses her arms over her chest and her dark eyes narrow at me. I don't think she's used to me not jumping at her attention, but I'm older now and I have pressing needs to attend to.

"Rachel got sick." Quinn suddenly pipes in and our eyes turn to her. "She smells gross and stuff. She needs to take a shower and change her clothes."

I don't like the way Lilith is watching Quinn, but she does seem to buy her excuse for me to leave. "You were drinking, Rachel?" Her eyes never leave Quinn as she speaks to me. "Where?"

I swallow thickly. This wasn't good. "I only had two. It's Noah's birthday and Quinn let him have his party at hers because she has a pool, but I don't think the blue colouring agrees with me and I got sick."

She arches a dark brow at Quinn. "Little Miss Quinn Fabray, I assume." Oh crap. "I've heard so much about you. Come tell me about this party."

Quinn straightens her shoulders and raises her chin. I don't think she appreciates being called 'little Miss'. I grab her hand and pull her closer to me.

"She's changed, aunty, and I need her help upstairs." I tug until Quinn is almost standing behind me now. She really doesn't need a lecture off my aunt on the evils of bullying her favourite niece. My aunt Lilith can be kind of crazily protective sometimes. "Feel free to turn the T.V on or something. I'll be back down in about twenty minutes. We need to talk."

Lilith huffs. "I'm not sure I like this less sulky, more grown up Rachel, Rachel. What happened to the little girl who sits on my lap and talks to me of all her woes?"

I shrink a little at her disappointment in me. "I became a teenaged girl with an occasional penis, aunty. The hormones are a bitch, but I'm still your bubbeleh. I'm just a little angry with you right now. I needed your help and it took you two years to respond."

She sighs as she sinks back into the couch. "You know that I would've been here sooner if I could. Lilith is a very busy woman."

"I know." I breathe. "Doesn't stop me from being disappointed though."

She nods and tucks long strands of dark hair behind her ears. "Fine. I'm sorry, bubbeleh. Go wash up, I'll wait right here for you." Her eyes dart to the blonde girl standing behind me. "Quinn can stay with me if she likes. I promise not to bring up her past transgressions."

My Aunt Lilith's eyes are a little too sharp when she looks at Quinn, so I shake my head. "No, no. It's okay. I need Quinn's help anyway."

"In the shower?" Lilith smirks at us and I would really like it if the floor would open up right now and swallow me whole. "Things really have changed with the both of you." She flicks her hand at us before we can say anything to the contrary. "Go." The television sparks to life as I drag Quinn out of the room and towards the stairs.

"What did she mean by that, Rachel?" Quinn hisses into my ear.

"Nothing." I swallow thickly. If only Quinn would help me in the shower. "Just let her believe what she wants to believe because you really don't want to be on her bad side." She must've taken my warning to heart because she's quiet again.

I shut the door to my bedroom behind us and wave my hand towards my bed. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be as quick as I can." I watch a deep pink colour Quinn's cheeks and know for sure that she knows what I'm about to do. I take a deep breath as I gather some clothes, including a very tight pair of spankies. "Quinn?" I stop at the threshold to my bathroom. "You really don't have to stay if you don't want to." Her excuse for making sure that I was okay is no longer valid now that my aunt Lilith is here.

She chews at her lip and looks up at me. "I don't want to go back to the party, Rachel."

"Oh."

"Can I stay here tonight?" She blushes again as she looks at my bed.

I frown at her and ponder as to why she doesn't want to go back to a party at her own home, filled with her friends.

"I don't like being around them when they're drinking." She looks dejected. "Too many bad memories." She shrugs as she elaborates.

Too many bad memories? I wonder if she's thinking about her mother and father – I had heard from Finn that they liked to drink a lot, or if she was thinking about the night she got pregnant. I've seen Quinn drink since her pregnancy and her parents' separation, and I remember Finn describing her as an angry drunk. Perhaps there are many reasons why she doesn't imbibe much herself anymore and why she doesn't enjoy being around people who drink.

"It's okay, Quinn, you can stay." I reach out and pull open a drawer to my dresser. "Pick out a pair of pyjamas. We can have a slumber party." I smile at her, hoping to make her feel more relaxed. "We can watch a movie with my aunt and eat popcorn. She's really nice once you get to know her." Quinn arches a fine brow at me and I smirk. "Honestly. If she wasn't the reason I have a were-penis, she and I would be on much better terms right now."

Quinn splutters on the breath she was taking. "What?"

I smile. "Don't worry, Quinn. I don't think she likes you enough to grant you a wish. I'll be back in a little while." I leave the room before Quinn has a chance to say anything more because, truthfully, my hour long erection was really uncomfortable. If I didn't come soon, I was sure that something bad would happen. At least that's what guys say, right?

I slide the lock on my bathroom door and lean against it, sighing in relief. My entire body felt like a live wire and it hadn't helped being in close proximity to one of my biggest turn-ons for the past hour. I know that she's the only one I could've asked to help me, she's the only one who knew about my penis besides myself and my aunt, and I couldn't risk anyone else finding out. Can you imagine the hell I would be put through it others found out? I'm lucky enough that Quinn is too stunned or curious to really make comment. Hmm, is that strange? Why hasn't she said anything? Why hasn't she asked me the how and why? Maybe all of that was to come once she's fully wrapped her head around it … or her lips.

It really wouldn't take much for me to come and I'm trying to decide if I should just do it right here, leaning against the thin wooden door with Quinn just on the other side, or if I should climb into the shower where the sound of running water would probably drown out any sounds I might make.

I trail my fingers lightly over the prominent bulge in my sweats and bite my lip to fight the groan I feel in the back of my throat. It feels so good to finally be able to touch myself. I rub gently, mapping out the familiar shape beneath the material, becoming impossibly harder.

I take my hand off my dick long enough to push my pants down to my knees and then I'm free to touch. Skin on skin. I'm looking around my bathroom, searching for something I can use as a lube as I impatiently curl my fingers around my shaft, dragging up and then back down, but I decide against crossing my bathroom to grab some non-scented body lotion, and spending thirty seconds on getting the temperature right in my shower. I decide on roughing it.

Gathering a pool of saliva in my mouth, I lift my hand to my lips and lick the length of my palm, spreading around as much moisture as I possibly can, without it being really gross. I drop my fingers and stroke the full length of myself, rubbing around the head of my cock. I'm already secreting natural lubrication and pre-ejaculatory fluid, so I don't need too much saliva to make my hand glide.

My head drops back against the wooden door with a dull thud and this time I'm unable to suppress the moan of relief at finally being able to get off. I halt for a moment, wondering if Quinn can hear me. I'm not exactly vocal when I masturbate, but that little moan was louder than usual for me. What if she's straining her ears, listening now for every sound I make, every whimper and groan? What if she's flipping up the skirt of her dress and tugging aside the crotch of her tiny bikini briefs?

"Fuck." I breathe as I rapidly tug at my cock. I wonder if Quinn is stretching out on my bed and parting her delicious thighs as she buries her fingers inside of her tight pussy. She's so wet, thinking of me, as she circles her hard clit and fingers herself until she comes.

Wow I feel good. I don't think I've ever felt quite this good. Totally obliterating the Warblers at Regionals with our (my) original songs is a very close second, but that was a very different type of feel good moment. I feel free and clean and shimmery. A huge smile stretches my mouth. I like feeling shimmery.

Gone are the aches and pains, to be replaced by … shimmery. I giggle to myself as I look in the steamed up mirror. Stepping away from the sink, I straighten my pyjama pants. They tend to gather funnily around my ass when I'm wearing spanks, it must be the material, but I can't get away with not wearing them tonight, not if Quinn is sleeping over.

Talking of Quinn, she's still waiting in my room; either that or she's downstairs talking to my great aunt Lilith. Crap! I don't think she and Lilith being alone right now is the best of ideas. I yank open the bathroom door, wincing as I catch my big toe.

Hmm, so fantasizing that she could hear me whilst I masturbated is seemingly a reality, if the deep blush and stiff posture are anything to go by.

"I'm sorry that took so long, Quinn." her blush deepens. "The shower I mean. Having spent time in your swimming pool earlier on, I like to thoroughly cleanse my hair and skin of chlorine so as not to cause damage."

She nods. "It's fine, Rachel." I watch as she swallows and lifts her hazel eyes to meet mine. She looks as though she wants to say or ask me something, but she's quiet.

"You can use my bathroom to change into those pyjamas, if you'd like." I notice that she hasn't spent the twenty minutes I took showering, and doing other things, twice, to change out of her party clothes and into more suitable sleepwear. Perhaps she's decided to go home after all.

Her eyes widen as she looks towards the bathroom.

"It has a lock on the door if that's what you're worried about."

She shakes her head at me. "I'll change while you talk with your aunt, if that's okay?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Sure. That's not a problem, but you may want to join us at some point because all of those questions you have concerning my monthly penis, will probably be answered by either myself or my aunt."

"You really believe that she gave you a penis?" It's cute how she cocks her head. With her hair short and messy, she reminds me of a spaniel puppy.

"I've spent a lot of time researching my condition, Quinn," I near the bed and lean against one of the white wooden posts. "And it's the only explanation I can come up with."

"So, it's not a medical condition?" She purses her lips in thought. "You're not like a Clown fish or a slug? You don't change sex or have both organs simultaneously?"

I shake my head. It looks as though Quinn has been doing a little research of her own since first discovering my penis. "When it first happened, the doctors thought that I was born intersexed, but when I hit puberty, my body decided that I was male, even though I still had breasts no matter how small and I didn't start to grow facial hair. But, five days later, my penis was gone, and all that they could come up with was that my body had changed its mind. It was completely ridiculous, Quinn." I sigh; thinking about being a confused twelve year old surrounded by equally confused adults. "I didn't like the kind of attention I was receiving, so when it happened again, I didn't tell anyone, except for Aunt Lilith."

"Do you have both then? Male and female organs, only one is tucked behind the other?"

She scowls when I laugh. I can't help it, it's funny. I shake my head and try to suppress my giggles. "I never have both. It's always one or the other." I explain. "I'm a normal healthy girl but for five days out of twenty-eight, I have a penis instead of a vagina."

"Then how?" Her frown deepens as she thinks and I would really like to reach out and stroke my finger across the furrow between her brows. She'll end up with wrinkles if she keeps frowning like that. "Why do you think your aunt gave you a penis?"

"I'm her favourite." I sigh. "And I made a childish wish because I was jealous of my baby cousins and Noah Puckerman and the attention that they were getting from my fathers. I couldn't catch a ball like Noah because I was a tiny fragile girl." I pout because in reality, I could do anything Noah Puckerman can do, only better, if I really put my mind to it. Well, except bench press my own weight.

"And?" Quinn's looking at me as though I could possibly be crazy. "What? Is she a fairy, or a genie? I don't get it, Rachel. Why do you think that she gave you a penis?"

"Because I think she's Lilith." I shrug.

Quinn's mouth curls in confusion.

"Come downstairs when you've changed." I step away from the bedpost. "Hopefully, we'll both get our answers."

She grabs a hold of my pyjama pants as I turn to walk out of the room. "Rachel?" Her voice is barely a whisper and if I wasn't so good at reading lips, I'd have missed what she says. "Can I see it again?"

If anything was going to damage my vocal chords, it wouldn't be laryngitis or rhinoplasty, it would be the garbled; strangled sound I just made in reply to Quinn's question. I could already feel the strain in my throat. I shut my mouth and swallow as I blink rapidly.

Quinn's almost constant blush deepens further at my inarticulate response.

Showing her my vagina to prove that I didn't have a penis was one thing, but now she wants to take a closer look at my junk? Why would Quinn Fabray want to look at my dick? She's seen glimpses of it and of my left testicle; she knows for certain that it really does exist, so why does she want another look?

She bites at her lip nervously. "I've never really seen one, Rachel." Her pretty eyes drop to her lap and she wrings her hands together. "Not even in movies, and when Puck and I did it, I didn't look. I had my eyes closed most of the time." She shakes her head, "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Is this the real reason Quinn helped me out back at the house and agreed to bring me home?

"I couldn't ask Puck because he'd only get the wrong idea." She continues to babble. "And, Finn would probably think the same thing. There's no one else for me to ask and I think that I'm the only girl in our year never to have seen a real life penis."

"Why would you want to see a penis anyway, Quinn?" I step nearer to the bed again. "They're not exactly the prettiest thing in the world to look at. Personally, I'd much rather look at my vagina."

Her mouth drops open as she looks at me. "You look?"

I successful suppress my urge to giggle. "You don't?"

She shakes her head. Sometimes I forget that Quinn was raised a hell of a lot differently to how I was.

"Okay." I place my hands on my hips and smile. This I could do. "We'll do a comparison." I see her frown again; so I elaborate. "You've already seen my vagina, so I'll show you my penis, and you can decide which you prefer."

Hazel eyes widen. "I'm going to prefer your penis, Rachel."

Wow! That was a quick fire reply. If I could arch my brow in response, I would've done it a million times over, but I can't so instead I just smirk. "Fine. I'll drop my spanks for you as soon as I've talked to my aunt."

"No." She shakes her head. "Can you please do it now before I chicken out?"

My Aunt Lilith is waiting downstairs as we speak and I really do need to talk to her about the comings and goings of my were-penis, especially after the late arrival and severe pain I experienced today. I needed to know if she's responsible for it all, but she did leave me hanging for two years, another couple of minutes of waiting won't hurt.

"Are you sure?" I give her the chance to back out and she nods her head.

I slide my loose fitting pyjama pants off my legs and step out of them before taking hold of the waist band of my tight spankies. I watch her eyes focus solely on my crotch as I slowly tug the Lycra down my thighs.

She stares for a little while as I stand with my spanks at my knees. Her hazel eyes flicker up to meet mine. "Can I touch it?"

Damn. My cock twitches. Quinn Fabray just uttered the sexiest words I'd ever heard.

tbc