While James slept as soundly as always, Ann started waking at the slightest noise in the middle of the night. This usually led to her sneaking out of bed and standing under the stairs to Kim's bedroom, listening intently. The first time, heavy breathing punctuated by the occasional gasp had given her enough motive to take a peek; expecting the worst, all she saw was Kim in bed, alone... and, apparently, masturbating.
Ann had gone back to bed, surprisingly pleased. Not only was her daughter not having sex (with anyone else), she was... indulging, in typical teenage behaviour. Her missions took a lot out of her, to the point that her mother had started worrying about the lacklustre sexuality of a teenage hormone factory. She'd only crushed on a couple of boys since puberty. Perhaps that was due not so much to Kim living on adrenaline, but orientation?
The frequency of Kim's nocturnal activity gradually increased, and Ann always tiptoed to the stairs to listen for a moment, but it had always sounded as if Kim was alone.
And then, yesterday, Ann had taken the opportunity to accompany her daughter on one of her missions to thwart Drakken and Shego. She was curious to see them interact under normal circumstances, but instead of punching and kicking, all she witnessed was a lot of snark and a brief tug of war. Although, she had noticed that when she brought up her old nickname for her daughter, Kim had said 'Not in front of Shego and Drakken!' Ann found the order in which she'd named them interesting.
Kim had been at it again last night, and now tonight. Ann slipped out of her bedroom to listen for a moment as usual, and was about to return, when she heard something new.
"Mmm, Kimmie..."
From Kim's yelp, the teenager was as surprised as Ann. If Shego's snigger was any indication, that had been exactly what she wanted. Still, Ann's overriding thought was that now she might finally get some answers.
"If I'd known," Shego continued, "I wouldn't have done the same thing myself before I came... uh, no pun intended."
"Sheegoo..." Kim whined.
"What, you don't think this is something we could do together? To ourselves... to each other... whichever takes your fancy." Kim did not respond. Ann could imagine she was blushing darker than her hair. Shego certainly seemed to enjoy pushing her buttons. "Do you think of me while you're doing that?"
"Sometimes..."
"And the rest of the time?"
"Josh..." Ann recognised the name. Wasn't that Kim's crush from last year?
"Josh? Your schoolboy crush, hm? Have you ever thought about the both of us at once?" A pause. "Oh-ho-ho, that's a big yes, right there! You like the idea of having two people to kiss? Or a mouth for each breast? Perhaps someone to kiss while the other's mouth is busy elsewhere?" There was a rustle of fabric. Ann hoped it was just Kim squirming in bed at Shego's line of questioning. "Tell me what you've fantasized about, Kimmie. My tongue on your clit while he bangs you, until he comes in my mouth, so I can give you a big, salty kiss?"
"Eww-mmph..." The smacking noises that cut off Kim's complaint of disgust suggested Shego had interrupted the teenager with her own mouth. It went on for a long moment, until the noises Kim made became much more enthusiastic.
"Mm, at it again, princess?" Shego's voice growled seductively. "Don't stop on my account. I wanna hear it. I wanna feel it."
Okay, that's it, Ann told herself, I have to put a stop to this before it goes too far. She inhaled, intended to clear her throat loudly enough to be noticed by the girls above, but she was interrupted by a gasped, "Don't stop kissing me," from Kim. That husky, passionate plea gave Ann pause. Did she really have any right to interrupt? But if Shego was...
What if she wasn't?
Steeling herself against what she might see, Ann silently climbed the stairs, just until she was high enough to see what was going on atop the bed. To her surprise, it was similiar to the last time she had taken a peek, except now Shego was crouched over the head of the bed and kissing Kim - kissing the heck out of her, in fact, with both hands holding her face - as Kim continued to pleasure herself. For a moment, Ann was frozen by the sight, for various reasons... but she quickly retreated to her former position beneath the stairs once she regained her reason.
Considering the tongue in her mouth, Kim still managed to articulate her orgasm with surprising volume. Ann hoped the twins weren't woken by their sister's muffled but passionate moaning.
"That's my dirty little princess," Shego hummed. "Are your fingers... inside?"
"Yes," Kim admitted shyly.
"Nice and wet, are they?"
"...Yes."
"Show me."
Another rustle, no doubt Kim extricating her hand from under the duvet. A small moan in Shego's voice, then a gasp from Kim... and a wet noise.
"That has to be the single most erotic thing I've ever seen," Kim whispered in an amazed tone.
Another wet noise, then Shego replied, "See? Some bodily fluids don't taste so bad, do they?" Ann suddenly realised Shego must have sucked Kim's fingers clean and then kissed her. Maybe she should have interrupted, after all... "Getting them in your eye can sting, though."
Kim's voice burst into a sputtered giggling, until she could voice the question, "Where do you come up with this stuff?"
"A little personal experience, a lot of porn." Apparently Kim gave her a look, because after a pause, Shego followed up with, "What? A girl in my profession can get... frustrated. I usually only find myself some decent manmeat on vacation."
Ann pondered that statement. Was Shego straight? Bisexual? Could her daliance with Kim be part of a plan to defeat her, or simply the result of their professional rivalry? Perhaps the only girls they were interested in were each other...
"Shego... I haven't seen you in months," Kim complained. "Where've you been?"
"I guess Drakken's truce lasted longer than expected. He was pretty lucid for a while, at the beginning of the year. Working on more legitimate science, you might say. But then he heard about that plasma goop on the internet, and suddenly it was back to the old routine." A pause, and then Ann could hear the smirk on Shego's lips, "You were very bouncy in that fight."
What fight? Ann wondered. Had they fought over the synthoplasma before?
"Well, you were very blasty in that fight," Kim retorted, "Though I noticed you lost the glow before throwing that last punch."
"I think I cracked a knuckle," the villainess quipped, eliciting a fresh giggle from the teenager. "Dr. D may not have gotten what he wanted, but it was a very entertaining day."
"His mom seemed pretty, uh..."
"She thinks he's a radio shrink, not a supervillain."
"After everything she saw yesterday, she's still that oblivious?"
"Perhaps madness runs in the family. And don't worry; after the Drewbie thing, you can be sure he'll never use Bubblebutt against you."
"I bet you will, though."
"Maybe," Shego sounded especially sly. "Maaaybe I'll just see if I can make them pop."
"Don't you dare!"
A brief bout of what sounded like wrestling on the bed quickly devolved into another makeout session. Kim's muffled squeal suggested Shego did manage to get her hands on Kim's ass, and that provoked more giggling from the both of them.
Ann was astounded. It all sounded so surprisingly normal. Like they were actually... friendly. But wasn't Shego evil? Perhaps that was just a job; on the other hand, she must have chosen to take such a job, which wasn't much of a character reference. Not the kind of person Ann would want her daughter to fall for... yet they sounded so happy, together.
"So you've been... thinking about me?" Kim suddenly asked.
"Sometimes," Shego parroted.
"And the rest of the time?"
"I'll give you a hint: the only thing hotter than tying up a redhead, is tying up two."
Ann's hands flew to her mouth to contain the gasp threatening to give her away.
"No. No!" Kim tried to shout at a whisper. "You can't crush on my mom!"
"She looks terrific for her age. Plus, her waist springing back to its default setting after squeezing out twins? It's amazing that she's in such great shape. And her voice... I'd love to make her purrrrr..."
"Stop it," Kim demanded, and Ann agreed wholeheartedly. She suspected she was blushing as much as her daughter was right now.
"What, you think daddy would mind? I bet he'd enjoy the show. If it meant I got to have a taste, I'd let him watch."
"Shego..."
"I'd rather let you watch, though."
"Shego!"
"And let her watch me do naughty things to her only daughter."
"Not listening!"
"And then I'd like to watch for a while."
Again, Ann's slackjawed face probably matched Kim's.
"That's..." the heroine sputtered, "That's just..."
"Wrong," Shego finished for her, "I know. That's why it's so hot."
Stop corrupting my Kimmie! Ann almost yelled up the stairs.
"I'm not sharing my girlfriend with my mother!"
In the shocked silence that followed, Ann suddenly knew what it was like to be Shego, instead.
"Is... that what I am?" the green girl asked, surprised and uncertain. "Is that what we are?"
"Aren't we?" Kim asked in a small voice.
"...Only in this room, Kimmie." Shego almost sounded unhappy. "This is fun. Fun is all it can be. I can't take you to dinner and a movie, out there. I still have to kick your ass."
"And I still have to kick yours," Kim agreed. "Give me some credit, Shego. I do understand. Just don't expect me not to put a band-aid on your biscuit, the night after I kick it."
Apparently Kim's use of the word 'biscuit' amused the villainess greatly. "And don't expect me not to spank yours for being such a damn softie." A pause. "Hm, spanking... new fodder for my lesbian incest fantasy."
"Oh, stop it," Kim huffed.
"Momma spanks you until your bubblebutt's as red as your pussy is wet... which her spankin' hand attends to once your biscuit can't take any more..."
"You're evil."
"Heh. Next time you see your mother, look at her like a lesbian instead of a daughter. Then you'll have to admit she's a smoking hottie."
"I still don't know if I'm... I just know I like you."
"No other girls have caught your eye, hm?"
"Well... maybe Tara, but that's probably just because of Bonnie." Ann remembered Bonnie and the rivalry Kim had with her, but Tara?
"And who are they?" Shego asked.
"Cheerleaders. Bonnie's been the biggest pain in my biscuit for years, one of those super-annoying 'all that' girls, and Tara's her best friend." Ah, the blonde, Ann recalled. "If Bonnie was to try it with anyone, it would probably be her... and I guess that makes me..."
"Shallow." Something Ann would have called her daughter on herself, if not so bluntly. Though considering the source, it may be appropriate. No punches pulled, metaphorically as well as literally.
"...It does, doesn't it." Kim sighed. "Well... you know what high school's like."
"All too well." Another pause. "Well... I came, I saw you come, I'll go."
"You don't have-"
"Don't ask me to stay, cupcake. We both need sleep, and I don't intend to explain to your parents what I'm doing all snuggled up in bed with you, in the morning."
"Kiss me goodnight, then," Kim insisted.
Ann never heard Shego's departure after the kiss, only Kim's sigh as she rearranged herself in bed. She was tired herself, so she returned to her own; but she intended to do some thorough research on Shego in the morning.
Supposedly after her own daughter was done checking her out.