Chapter 6
Lily
“ D addy, you know I have to ask,” I murmur while seated at the breakfast bar. “You’re doubly endowed, and that’s something I need to explore with you.”
Lionel grins at me over one shoulder as he fries some eggs on the stove.
He looks impossibly handsome because he’s dressed in nothing but loose sweatpants that hang off his hips, that bronzed chest exposed with slab-like pecs and a full six pack of abs.
Wow, is this alpha male really forty plus?
I didn’t know men in their fifth decade could look like this, but then again, Lionel works out like a beast. I suspect there’s no way a man could maintain so much muscle without hitting the gym regularly.
Lionel finishes with the eggs and scoops them onto a plate before sliding the plate to me over the counter. “Toast, honey? We really worked up an appetite just now.”
“Yes, please,” I murmur as he loads the toaster with two slices of crusty country loaf. But then, I fix him with another look before digging into my eggs.
“Thank you for cooking, but you didn’t answer my question. How did you get to be the way that you are? Have you always been like this?”
Lionel looks thoughtful before taking a seat next to me at the breakfast bar and taking a sip of water. Then, he nods.
“Yes, I was born with an anatomical anomaly. I know: it’s a mouthful to manage, but that’s how the doctors refer to it. I have double dicks, and it’s always been this way.”
I stare at him.
“Is it a genetic mutation? Does it run in your family?”
He shakes his dark head, his blue gaze darkening a bit.
“No, there’s no one else in my family that has double-cocks, as far as I know.
At least, we certainly never talked about it.
But the doctors who delivered me at the hospital told my mother that it’s not uncommon in this part of the world.
Don’t get me wrong, because it’s not common per se.
But there are several men in the Minnesota area who share my particular deformity. ”
“Oh, don’t call it a deformity,” I say quickly. “I love it, and your dual shafts make me feel so good. But that’s all the doctors said? That there’s some kind of genetic mutation that expresses itself randomly in this part of the world?”
Lionel nods.
“Yes, there was never really much discussion. But I’ve done some digging around, and rumor is that the mutation originated somewhere in northern Europe.
In fact, allegedly there’s a royal family in Scandinavia with men who also share this mutation, although they’ve kept mum about it.
But people from that country immigrated to the United States a couple hundred years ago, specifically to our area in the Upper Midwest. As a result, Minnesota seems to have more than its fair share of men with this mutation. ”
I’m flabbergasted and stare at my handsome stepfather.
“Have you made contact these guys?” I ask slowly. “Do you talk online? Do you have a club or a chapter and hold ... I don’t know, meetings or something?”
Lionel shoots me a sideways smile while biting into his eggs.
“You’re a smart cookie, sweetheart, because in fact, we do have a club of sorts. We have our own secret island too.”
I stop eating altogether and put down my fork.
“You can’t be serious.”
Lionel isn’t fazed at all, his handsome features calm as he continues to eat.
“No, I am. The club’s well-hidden and we don’t publicize it for obvious reasons. But yes, we have a secret society of double-dicked men, and we hold retreats on occasion.”
I blink, stunned.
“Really? What do you do at the retreats?”
Lionel shrugs.
“The usual. Guy stuff. Beat on drums while chanting in the forest. The occasional pissing contest. That kind of thing.”
I shake my head.
“No, I don’t believe it. That sounds like what would happen at the Bohemian Grove back in the day when Richard Nixon was in power.
You know, they’d play cello and put on Shakespeare plays for one another, with men acting roles of both genders.
But you’re a group of double-dicked guys, and I have a hard time believing you’re enjoying opera while practicing your next TED talk. ”
Lionel shoots me another sideways grin. He’s so handsome that my pulse races as my insides go hot.
This man could get any woman he wants, but for some reason, he picked me and I feel incredibly lucky.
I smile back, already going mushy inside.
But then I force myself to focus on the conversation because Lionel is unique, and I want to know how he got this way.
“So?” I ask gently. “Tell me more about the island.”
My gorgeous stepfather grins.
“You’re right,” he acknowledges with a nod of that dark head.
“We do more than light candles, commune with the stars, and study our horoscopes. We bring in girls to fuck. It’s a necessity,” he says, suddenly serious.
“When you have double dicks, you can’t go around dating like a normal guy.
Secrecy is paramount, and so we formed our own little club where we put on fuckfests for our members. ”
I stare, my heart racing at a hundred miles an hour.
“ Fuckfests ?” I ask in a faint voice. “Is that a technical term? And pray tell, what happens during these gatherings?”
Lionel shrugs, suddenly looking tired.
“It’s exactly what it sounds like, Lily. You’re a smart girl, and I shouldn’t have to spell it out for you. We bring in a boatload of girls, and then we fuck said girls silly. Then, they get shipped out.”
Immediately, I impute what’s missing.
“Yes, but they’d know about your double anatomy then.”
This is where Lionel goes quiet for a moment. Then, he sighs and his shoulders slump.
“No, they don’t,” he says in a low voice. “We feed them spice afterwards, so they have selective amnesia. They forget all about us, and go back to their lives like good little girls.”
I squint, confused.
“But what’s spice? Where did it come from? It doesn’t sound possible, much less legal.”
Lionel shrugs again, weariness etching his features, and I know keeping such enormous secrets has been weighing on him.
“No, it’s possible,” he says in a deep tone. “There’s a plant exclusive to our island. When distilled a certain way, it forms spice. The formula isn’t addictive, nor does it have any side effects. But it causes selective amnesia, and the discovery of spice changed our lives dramatically.”
I stare at him.
“Because now you and your friends can host private sex parties.”
Lionel nods, his expression resigned.
“Yes. Trust me, I know what this sounds like, but we don’t have much choice.
Before the discovery of spice, we practically lived like monks.
Our particular anatomy was a real cockblocker,” he snorts.
“So it was either the celibate lifestyle, or occasionally, we’d meet a woman and get married.
Only then, was she let in on the secret: that we’re able to take a woman front and back, simultaneously. ”
A realization suddenly makes me pause.
“Wait a minute. Did my mom know of your special anatomy?” I ask in a slow tone. “She had to, right? Because you and Roberta were married. You were intimate.”
Lionel nods, his blue eyes suddenly unreadable as he looks at me.
“Roberta knew. She was my wife, so she was in on the secret. Not that there was any way to keep it from her because of course, Roberta and I had sex. Your mom experienced the delights of being double-drilled, and asked for it a lot.”
That makes me sit back on the stool because first, no one needs to know about their parent’s love life. That’s just gross. Secondly, the import of what Lionel and I did together is hitting me.
“So you’ve had sex with my mom.”
Lionel throws me a long look, his gaze searching as his big form goes still.
“Yes, Lily. That’s what married people do. Why, is it going to be a problem?”
I take a deep breath and then exhale slowly, while staring at my clutched hands in front of me.
“You know, I’m not sure. I don’t think so, but I need to digest this a bit. I mean, you were married to my mother. You had sex with Roberta, and now you’re sleeping with me.”
“I did, and I am,” Lionel says in a forceful tone while taking my small hand in his big one.
“But tell me more. Is it just the biological thing? Your mother passed, and I don’t know that she’d exactly approve of our relationship.
But Roberta was a very open-minded woman, so I don’t think she’d judge us for being together either. ”
I nod slowly.
“I know. My mom was very liberal, and she wanted both you and I to be happy after her death. I guess, sometimes it’s just hard to believe that life can be so crazy.”
Lionel nods thoughtfully.
“It is. But I’ve had my anatomy since birth, and the crazy sometimes becomes normal, believe it or not. Take it from a man who’s in his fifth decade: life is unpredictable, and anything can happen.”
I shoot him a sideways smile while squeezing his large hand with my small one.
“I know because there’s been insanity in my life too. And I mean, total insanity of the unbelievable variety.”
Lionel shoots me a long look even as his fingers tighten on mine.
“Sweetheart, I know you think you’ve seen a lot in your short life. But there’s “insanity” as a figure of speech, and then there’s the stuff of real life, and it’s all too real in my case. Double-dicked men do exist, and there’s a community of us here, in Minnesota.”
“I know,” I reply in a slow tone while never dropping his gaze. “But I’ve experienced craziness before, and not the figurative kind. The real kind.”
“Okay,” Lionel drawls, his voice just a tad bit disbelieving. “How so? What would you classify as crazy?”
I take a deep breath, my big bosom rising, as I prepare to let my stepfather in on my secret. After all, Lionel has been the one with the surprises so far, but now, it’s time for me to turn the tables. I shoot him a sideways smile.
“Well, do you believe in magic?”
“No,” he says in a flat tone.
My eyebrow raises in surprise.
“Really? Not with your anatomy?”