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Chapter 14

The Talk

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"Bet'cha I can finish brushing my teeth before you do!"

"Nah-ah! Bet'cha can't!"

And with that challenge set, the two identical looking, brown-haired, thirteen year old boys raced off heading for the upstairs bathroom.

"Hon," Mrs. Dr. Anne Possible said looking at her husband who was starting to gather up the game pieces, "would you go up and make sure the boys brush their teeth properly? They tend to race though it to see who gets done first. I'll help Kimmie and Ron put the games away and be up in a minute or two."

"Gotcha," Mr. Dr. James Possible chuckled and headed for the second floor bathroom to keep an eagle eye on his two sons. He called back over his shoulder, "Night Kimmie-Cub, Ronald. It was good seeing you again."

It was mostly quiet as the three remaining people in the living room gathered up the playing cards and pieces of four different board games that'd been used that evening. The only sounds heard were the cards being shuffled and put away and the small game pieces being tossed into the correct boxes. With the games put away, Anne turned to the two teens and said, "Kim, Ron, please sit down. We need to talk."

Bonnie had eaten dinner with the Possibles and Ron then excused herself and headed home. Now Ron, Kim and Anne were alone downstairs and Kim immediately knew that the talk her mother postponed earlier was imminent.

Kim knew that she and her mother could talk about everything and anything, they had just that sort of relationship, but she was still apprehensive about this particular talk. Kim was fairly sure her mother was going to come down hard on her for lying and her sexual foray into adulthood with Ron, Bonnie and the other girls but resigned herself to the fates. After mulling over the sitch all evening, Kim expected to be grounded for at least a month but she also knew that her mother would impose some separation time from Ron to, quote "cool off and gain prospective of their budding relationship", end quote. With a heavy sigh she sat down next to Ron, took his hand in hers and got ready for the lecture.

"So, mom," Kim said, setting herself for the worst, "how much trouble are we in?"

"Oh, not much," Anne said with a devious grin. "Though I am a little upset that you misled your father and me about what you were doing at the apartment."

"But we didn't lie about working on the inventory," Ron blurted out in his typical panicky, Ronnish fashion.

Kim gently squeezed Ron's hand to calm him down and tell him she would take it from there. "What Ron is trying to say is, we did work on the inventory; researching and cataloging any information about the toys we could find on the internet, while at the apartment. So it wasn't really a lie."

"I didn't say you lied about what you were doing," Mrs. Dr. Possible smirked to the two obviously nervous teens. "I said you misled us. That is unless you've spent, say, less than fifty percent of the time in the bedroom."

"Well, we did do the inventory stuff in the other bedroom so technically we were in a bedroom and..." Ron started before Kim cut him off.

"I'll handle this sweetie, please and thank you." She turned to her mother with a smug smile. "If fifty percent is your criteria, then we didn't misled you. Typically what Ron, Bonnie and I would do when we got to the apartment would be to sit down and do our homework first. Then we'd have a light snack to eat before we'd head into the bedroom and spend an hour making... ah, doing... ah..." she faltered when it came to describing what went on in bed.

"Before you had a wrestling match between the sheets?" Anne smugly suggested. "And you just mentioned that you'd go at it for a whole hour? Kim, your father doesn't last for more than fifteen or twenty minutes, and that's impressive for most men."

"T.M.I. mom!" Kim screeched in shock and disgust before she settled down and continued. "Anyway, we'd... wrestle, for an hour and then spend another hour or two on the inventory before heading home. That means we only spent twenty-five percent of the time... well, in each other's arms making out and more."

"And the inventory is an ongoing thing since I constantly get a coupla more things in the mail that I'd bought on the web," Ron tossed in hoping to sway Mrs. Dr. P to see that they weren't deceiving her.

"Okay," Anne nodded in understanding, seeing their point. "I'll let that go. But why are you letting the other girls of the cheer squad wrestle with Ron between the sheets? You told me how it all started, but why did you allow it to begin in the first place? Don't you want your relationship to be monogamous?"

"That's the way I originally wanted it to start out as," Kim said with a slight blush, "but things just happened. Bonnie walked in on us when we were just getting ready to do it for the first time and then we got called out on a mission. She did such a great job on the mission that when we got back it just felt right letting her join us in bed.

"Monique was so adamant about trying different things," Kim continued, "and I realized Bonnie brought a few new, well, positions to the bedroom that I hadn't thought about, so I thought maybe Monique could broaden our... our..."

"Sexual experiences?" Anne asked, knowing what Kim was talking about. Her and James had initially started out with only the standard 'missionary position' after they'd got married, but a female doctor friend of hers described a few different positions that had spiced up their love life. Afterward, she and James started to collect different books on the subject. It had grown to become quite a collection but was well hidden in their bedroom from any curious, younger eyes.

"Yeah, that," Kim blushed. The talk was going better than she'd ever hoped for but she was quickly discovering that it was still embarrassing to talk to your mother about your sex life. "Anyway, that's what started the ball rolling, so to speak."

"Honey!" they heard James Possible's voice from upstairs. "Are you coming up to bed soon?"

"In a minute, dear," Anne called back. "Kimmie and I are having a little talk about some women's issues!"

It only took two seconds for James to realize that that was something he'd never want to talk about with his wife or daughter. He nervously responded, "Okay, honey, take your time. I'm going to bed now."

"Thanks mom," Kim sighed, knowing she'd never want her father to sit in on this kind of conversation or to find out what was actually happening at the apartment. But getting back to topic. "Anyway, that's what happened and it somehow got blown all out of proportion into what you walked in on."

"Alright Kimmie, you're off the hook," Anne sighed in resignation. All of her qualms about what was going on at the apartment had been answered, except one. "I'm not happy that you're sharing Ron with so many other girls, but that's between you and your future husband. I do have one other question, though."

"What's that mom?"

"I saw four or five different sizes of condoms on the nightstand in the bedroom. Where did they all come from?"

"Well," Kim fully blushed. "The other girls brought them, but they didn't know what size Ron needed. I don't know where or how they got the... things... and I really don't want to know."

"Well, at least they're thinking properly, using protection," Anne ceded as she stood up, ready to head upstairs to bed. "But you know there are other ways to learn about sexual techniques and positions then having your friends join you in the bedroom. There's plenty of information on the internet and I'm sure your father wouldn't find out if you wanted to borrow a few of the books we've collected over the years. We has quite an assortment."

"Moooo-oooom! Ewww!"

"I don't know about borrowing books from Mr. Dr. P.," Ron said, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck. "He might get the wrong idea and send me to the nearest black hole. And as for the web, my parents have one of those parental block thingies put on my computer."

"You could always have Wade remove the block," Anne suggested with a smug smile as the three started to walk to the stairs.

"I already tried that," Ron nervously laughed. "Now my mom goes into my room when I'm at school or on a mission and checks to make sure the block is still there."

"We'll work on a solution," Kim said, hoping that the conversation was over since her mother was going to bed. She didn't want to tempt fate and let her mother change her mind.

"Don't stay up too late, kids," Anne called out in that motherly voice of hers that brooked no argument as she ascended the stairs. "Tomorrow is a school day." She playfully added, "And don't make too much noise. Your father is a light sleeper so you'd better keep your activities restricted to the apartment."

"Mooooom!" The implication that her father could walk in on her and Ron if they tried anything in the house put thoughts of black hole bound rockets in Kim's mind, and she didn't like that at all.

"So... what just happened, KP?" Ron queried in confusion. He expected some punishment for fibbing or breaking the rules or something or other, but it seemed that Mrs. Dr. P. had just given them carte blanche to continue with what they were doing. "Why aren't we in any trouble?"

"We aren't in any real trouble because mom is more lenient than dad," Kim lightly chuckled. "I think she remembers how she felt when she was our age so mom knows how much our hormones are so into overdrive right now."

"So, does that mean we can keep on doing what we're doing?"

"Not quite," Kim said, shaking her head while thinking about how her mother reacted to the whole sitch. "Mom isn't mad at us for making out like we are but I thinks she's a little uncomfortable about how many girls are involved." She saw the crestfallen look on her BFBF/fiancé's face and quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, sweetie. I know Bonnie and I can't keep pace with you for some strange reason. We'll think of something."

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Mrs. Dr. Anne Possible wandered the corridors of the Middleton Space Center looking for someone. She wasn't in search of her husband. No, she was searching for a certain blond robotics expert with a body that would put most Hollywood actresses to shame. A body that Anne had seen totally naked only yesterday.

She wasn't angry with Dr. Vivian F. Porter for seducing her daughter's best friend... boyfriend... fiancé... whatever. No, Anne just wanted to talk to the beautiful doctor woman-to-woman and find out why Vivian was at the apartment, although she had a pretty good idea why.

Anne knew she was in the right section of the building, the doors were all labeled with laboratory names that said 'robotics this' and 'mechanical that' so she should run into Vivian sooner or later. It was one of her rare days off so Anne knew she had all day to find the buxom blond if needed.

Dr. Possible had just walked through a huge, long x-ray machine and arrived at the end of the hallway where there was a single door guarded by both a palm reader and retinal scanner. She knew she didn't have the clearance to enter so she would have to retrace her path and try a different corridor. Anne was just turning around when the door opened and the subject of her search stepped out into the hallway.

"Dr. Possible?" Vivian Porter yelped in surprise. "What are you doing in this section of the Space Center. Your husband's office is in another wing."

"Actually, I'm not looking for James," Anne said with a tight smile, "I was looking for you. I need to ask you a few questions about yesterday."

"I'm... I'm not sure I can help you," Dr. Porter hesitantly said, nervously looking around for someplace to escape to. She knew it would take much too much time to run a retinal scan if the woman wanted to attack her, so that wasn't an option.

"I'm not mad at you Dr. Porter," Anne Possible said with a motherly smile. "I may be a little older than you are but we're both healthy, active women so I know what sexual urges can lead to... not that I've given into them after marrying my husband. And I can understand you going after Ron; especially since Oliver doesn't satisfy you completely."

"How did you..." Dr. Porter asked in shock, her mouth hung open wide and her jaw dropped down around the piercing in her belly button.

"Oh, come on Dr. Porter," Anne lightly chuckled. "When Kim told me that you had built a robotic boyfriend I knew it was for something more than just to create the perfect A.I. When I found out that you'd slept with Ron it could only mean that your out-of-the-ordinary boyfriend wasn't completely satisfying you."

"So you know my secret," Dr. Porter blushed. She nervously asked, "What will you do with that information?"

"Why, absolutely nothing," Anne said with her motherly smile beaming bright. "What goes on between you and your creation is none of my business. But Ron is like a son to me and so I'm curious as to what you were thinking when you went to the apartment to sleep with him."

"Well," Vivian sighed in relief, her nerves finally settling down now that she knew what Dr. Possible was after, "I'm heading to the cafeteria for a break. I'll tell you all about it if you'd like to join me Dr. Possible."

"Call me Anne," the brain surgeon said as she hooked elbows with the younger woman.

"Only if you call me Viv," the blond robotics doctor said with a warm smile. "After all, we should be friends with all we have in common."

"What do you mean, Viv," Anne asked out of curiosity as they started walking toward the cafeteria. "I mean beside you and James working here at the Space Center."

"Well, Kim helped me out once with my former boss and she's the captain of the cheer squad that my cousin is on. She also met and helped out my grandpa a few time over the past two or three years."

"Okay," Anne said as she tried to think about who all the blond bombshell was talking about, "Dr. Fenn was the man who tried to steal your work last year, I remember Kimmie telling me about that mission but, who..." She pictured the seven other girls on the cheer team and it suddenly hit her. "Jessica? She's your cousin?" Anne got a nodding smile from the woman. "Okay, but I can't imagine who your grandfather is."

"Why it's none other than Beauregard Porter," Vivian said in a faux Southern Belle accent and laughed, overjoyed to reveal one of her secrets that very few people knew about. When all she got from Dr. Possible was a blank stare at the name, she clarified, "You might know him better as Pop Pop Porter, the Snack King."

"Really," Anne drolled in amazement as they reached the cafeteria and went about getting a cup of coffee and a danish each. They found a table away from most of the other employees and sat down to continue their private conversation.

"Anyway, you wanted to know why I hooked up with Ron yesterday," Vivian said before taking a little bite of the cherry danish. She chewed and swallowed before continuing, "Cousin Jess told me what a fantastic lover Ron was and I just had to find out for myself." She sheepishly blushed and shied her head to the side as she said, "As you guessed earlier, Oliver isn't satisfying me anymore and his A.I. is so full with the data needed to function like a normal human, so I can't program him with any new moves or positions."

"And since Ron is supposed to be... good, you thought you'd give him a go?" Anne questioned.

"When I said fantastic," Vivian sensually growled, "I mean fan-tastic. That boy did things to me that had me howling at the moon for over a half hour."

"Ron is that good?" Anne panted, suddenly feeling a bit warm under the collar from the naughty thought she was picturing in her mind about her almost third son.

"Yes but..." Vivian hesitated for a second, thinking about the highly erotic but somewhat strange encounter with the blond boy, no man, and wondering if she should even mention it.

"What is it Viv," Dr. Possible queried, quickly coming out of her revelry.

"Well," Dr. Porter leaned in and whispered, "I was swiftly approaching my second orgasm when... well, I think the color of his eyes changed from brown to blue." She leaned back and shook her head, still doubting what she thought she had seen. "I mean it could've been a trick of the light or something but, I don't think that's the case."

"Blue eyes," Dr. Possible pondered, vaguely remembering something she had once overheard Ron and Rufus secretly discussing when they were waiting for Kim to come down from her room. "I think I might know what may have happened, Viv," Anne hedged before finishing off her coffee.

"What is it, Anne," Vivian anxiously question, the scientist in her bringing out her rampant curiosity which always led to her robotics breakthroughs.

"I really can't say for sure," Anne said, looking at her watch, "I'll have to do a little more research on my theory to be positive. Listen, I have something else I need to do right now. I'll let you know if I find out anything."

"Oh, okay," Vivian said, also standing up. "Do you need me to show you the way out?"

"No, that's alright," Dr. Possible warmly smiled as they walked to the cafeteria doors. "James has worked here long enough that I know my way around the Space Center as well as I know my way around a cranium."

The two women laughed at that analogy and parted company. Anne knew she didn't need to do anything at the moment but she did have a few plans to set in motion at home.