Time to return to the kitchen where more secrets are revealed.

"I'm okay.....I'm okay". You say softly after several minutes of Rachel and yourself spent in the same position with you bent over clutching the sink, and the dark haired beauty pressed up tightly from behind with her arms wrapped around your waist. The pair of you haven't said anything for the past few couple of minutes, but Rachel's presence is certainly soothing, and after all whom wouldn't feel better with your stunning housemate's huge breasts pressed up against their back?

"Are you sure, John?" Rachel asks softly, lifting her head so she can meet your gaze through the reflection of the bathroom mirror. Her exquisite face, and big beautiful eyes are full of confusion, concern, and affection.

"Y-yeah.....I think so". You reply, before offering your new lover a weak smile. "I mean whom wouldn't feel better after having your breasts pressed into their back?"

Rachel flashes a smile of her own your way through the reflected glass of the mirror. It's not one of her dazzling smiles that could light up a room, but certainly a genuine one. "Yeah, that's what 'the twins' are for!" She states with a girlish giggle. "All therapists should come with a pair like these as standard!" The smile soon leaves her lovely face, as she looks at you with concern. "Are you sure that you're okay? We don't have to do or talk about anything that you're not comfortable with, but there are things I need to tell you, John. We can do it at whatever pace that you're comfortable with.

"T-thanks, Rachel. I do appreciate your patience and understanding, and I want to tell you. I may just need a moment to figure out how I'm going to say it, and another drink to help me get it out!" You reply, flashing the brunette bombshell another weak smile.

"Sure thing, John. Take your time to compose yourself, cover up that dump truck of an ass that you've got there, and I'll see you in the kitchen where can finish off that wine, cheesecake, and talk".

Your left eyebrow arched, and despite yourself you couldn't help, but chuckle at Rachel's wording of your posterior. "Dump truck of an ass', Rachel?"

"Definitely. Just look at that thang!" Rachel replies with a girlish giggle, which is positively contagious, and causes you to laugh, lifting the mood that had soured since the end of dinner. "It almost has its own orbit!"

"And what about your own derrière, Rach? You could have a lucrative career as an extra in rap videos with that booty of yours!" You remark with a smile that is stronger and more genuine than the other ones that you've shown since revealing your deepest darkest secret to your new lover, whom has reacted far better, and more compassionately than your previous girlfriend.

"I've never denied the fact that I have a ghetto booty, and more than once or twice I've considered using it- as well as the twins-to help take in a little extra cash on the side". Rachel declares with a saucy smile, and a mischievous twinkle in her beautiful eyes. "Come on John, get that perfect ass of yours back in the kitchen, and if you're lucky I'll let you play with my stress relievers!" The gorgeous brunette leaves you with no doubt as to what she is referencing to as her 'stress relievers' are by pressing her huge perfect breasts even tighter up against your back for a few moments, before relinquishing her arm lock around your waist.

"You've got yourself a deal, Rach!" You reply with a chuckle, as you stand up straight, after picking up your discarded trousers and underwear from the bathroom floor. "See you in a minute".

"Don't be too long, otherwise I'll have the rest of the cheesecake, and leave you without any dessert to eat!" Rachel threatens with another of her mischievous smiles, before turning smartly on her heels, and saunters out of the bathroom. Rachel is apparently aware that you're watching her gorgeous ass, and decides to give you a little show my exaggerating the sway of her luscious hips with every step that she takes, causing her skirt clad booty to sway hypnotically like a pendulum......

Several minutes later you're back in the kitchen sitting across the table from Rachel, whom is gazing at you with a warm affectionate smile, whilst sipping from her glass of wine. She's not said a word since you returned to the kitchen, but did greet your return with a loving smile, and a long tender kiss.

"So then......" It is you whom finally breaks the silence after taking a deep sip of wine to help give you some much needed 'Dutch Courage', and assist in explaining your own rather unusual anatomy.

"So. then..." Rachel echoes both your words, and the tone that you just used, as she patiently waits ".....you have a clitoris in your ass". She adds with a very matter of fact tone. There's no hint of amusement, teasing, disgust, or judgement. Just curiousity.

"T-thats right, R-Rachel...." You reply, wishing that you have a script handy to help explain your rather..... unique condition to this utterly wonderful woman. "....I have a clit in my ass".

Rachel doesn't say anything, choosing instead to smile at you encouragingly, which serves as her way to gently coax the details of your abnormality out of you. "I-I only found out about five or months ago during a Prostrate exam by my Doctor". You began, barely able to maintain eye contact with the stunning brunette across the table.

The words slowly stumble out of you, with each one escaping your lips you feel like a great weight or burden is being lifted from your shoulders, as if the weight of past experience slowly dissipating.

"I'd discovered a....lump when showering a week or so earlier, and the moment that the Doctor put his finger i-inside of me he quickly cottoned on that something was amiss. I was quickly referred to the hospital, and after an array of tests they said that not only do I have a prostrate, they confirmed the first doctor's hypothesis that I also have something similar to a female clitoris in my ass. Not only that the tissue inside the walls of my ass is akin to a vagina, complete with flexibility, and as you already know the ability to self lubricate. When I told my then girlfriend at the time she called me a queer freak....amongst other things" You add, choosing not to go into a details of how Alice hurt you emotionally and physically more than you thought that a woman whom had previously said that they'd loved you ever could.

"John, come on........" Rachel says, reaching out across the relatively small table and placing her right hand on top of your own, before squeezing it gently, her beautiful eyes full with empathy and support".....you're not a freak, okay?"

"I'm pretty sure I am, Rachel....." You reply with more emotion that you'd intended "....hardly any guys have what I've got. They effectively called me one of the first ever make hermaphrodites- without the ability to conceive of course- and I think that one fairly common definition of the word 'freak' is possessing a piece of anatomy that other members of your gender don't have."

"Quit it, John. I don't care what that bitch of an ex said You're a great guy. You're funny, smart, handsome, generous and from what we did upstairs earlier today one hell of a lover! Is she couldn't see that then she didn't deserve you in the first place!" Rachel declares earnestly, leaving no room for debate on her opinion in the matter.

"You really think so?" You ask with a faint smile on your lips as you turn your hand underneath hers, and gives it a squeeze back. "It doesn't bother you?"

"Of course not. What sort of person would I be for harshly judging you for that, when I have my own ..... unique physiology and genitalia too!" Rachel replies with a smile that somehow conveys warmth, compassion, affection and amusement in equal measure.

"Oh, yeah....of course!" You state, while feeling your cheeks start to burn in embarrassment. So consumed with revealing your deepest darkest secret to Rachel, you'd practically forgotten about the long thick extra addition that rested between your new lover's long luscious legs.

Rachel's smile widens upon noticing the flushed state of your cheeks, but decides not to comment on it. "As you know that I have a....a penis in addition to a vagina. Like yourself I've seen doctors, and had plenty of tests run on me, although I've had it from birth, and during both my childhood, and teenaged years". Rachel's smile begins to falter, and for the first time since you saw her out by the pool with her cock lying on her stomach you can see fear in those beautiful eyes of hers. "They couldn't identify the reason for my....my....cock, but I know the reason why".

A long pregnant pause fills the air until you feel compelled to ask the question. "And what's the reason, Rachel?" You ask softly, knowing that she's building up to revealing something important.

"I-I've never revealed this to anyone. Not to the Doctor's.... not to my ex partner whom I thought we'd spend the rest of our lives together......n-not to my parents". Rachel's voice falters, and her eyes begin to mist over. "Forget about it.... you'll think that I'm crazy....."

"You can trust me, Rach". You reply, as you give her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Whatever it is it won't affect how I feel about you. I'm absolutely crazy about you".

Rachel clearly spends a few moments considering her options, before slowly nodding her head, and offers you a weak smile. "I-It's something that I've felt my entire life....that I'm different that everybody else. I have these..... memories....visions of another civilisation b-beyond the stars.... something not from this world....what I'm trying to say is that I think I-I'm n-not entirely h-human....."