The teen hero wasn't surprised anymore when her mother called her kimmunicator. In fact it was starting to become a habit. Not that it was unwelcome, but it was almost disappointing when it wasn't Wade with a mission. "Hi hon, are you finished with practice?"
"Yeah, I'm about to head home."
"With or without Ron?"
Kim rolled her eyes. "He's still in detention for giving health advice to thin air last week."
"Still?"
"Barkin really didn't like his explanation. Something about breaking the fourth wall, which is clearly crazy, because, y'know... real life."
"Hmm. Well, does that mean you're free to drop by my office at the hospital? I'm a little tied up just now."
Kim raised an eyebrow as she opened the door to the sloth and tossed her bag in. From the wall behind her mother, the doctor was in her office already. "Are you sure you want me to come over if you're so busy?"
"I'm not busy," Ann clarified, "I'm tied up."
Kim watched her mother wriggle on the screen for a moment and realised she meant it literally. "You mean, uh... some nefarious villain has captured you?"
"Yes. Yes she has."
The younger redhead wasn't sure how to feel about that. "Are... are you sure you want me to interrupt?"
Ann's eyes widened in surprise as she caught her daughter's meaning. "Kimmie... I wouldn't... she's not doing anything else to me, just..."
"Oh, uh... I guess I'd better rescue you, then," Kim said quickly with an embarrassed smile. "I mean, it's what I do..."
"I'd appreciate it," Ann managed to reply before the video feed was cut. There may or may not have been a familiar snigger right at the end. Kim couldn't tell for sure.
When the heroine walked through the office door ten minutes later, her mother was still tied to her chair. Shego was sitting in her lap, using Ann's shoulder as a pillow, and her feet on the desk as she filed her claws. "Interesting place your mind went to, when you knew I had your mother tied up, isn't it?" she asked, before turning her head to give Ann's cheek a lick.
"Help?" the neurosurgeon calmly suggested.
Instead of trying to dislodge the villainess, Kim simply went around the desk and behind the chair to untie her mother. That done, the elder redhead slapped at Shego's thigh. "Feet off," she commanded sternly.
"Yes, mistress," Shego sighed with false disappointment, tucking the nail file away as she stood.
Ann brushed herself down, shot a reproachful look at the green girl, then said, "I'll leave you two to talk. It's about time I checked on my post-op, as it is."
As soon as she was out the door, Kim asked Shego, "Why did you come here?"
"Honestly? I missed her." Shego shrugged as she spoke, trying to make light of it before changing the subject. "So, how'd the sidekick lose all that weight in a single week? Because I gotta say, the image of you under that was even more gross than usual."
"We haven't..." Kim behand hotly, then cut herself short even though she knew it was already too late.
True to form, the villainess took the opportunity to taunt the teenager. "I guess if you've been best friends since before kindergarden, it's gonna be years before you go all the way."
The redhead's reply was acerbic. "Yeah, well, I'm fine with taking it slow. Wouldn't want to rush into anything and lose my best friend over a single misunderstanding."
While Shego's smirk took on a sneering aspect - or was it a wince? - her voice remained amused. "Whatever. I just wanted to ask... all those outfits and no supersuit? What's the deal?"
Kim sighed. "The battle suit didn't take the new stealth mode too well once I actually started using it. Wade's trying to keep it in, but since it's probably what started all the problems in the first place..."
"Huh. Well, we can't have you too overpowered. I mean, how am I supposed to kick you in the face if I can't see it?"
"The same way you always do: keep missing until you get real lucky." Kim couldn't help grinning back as she said it. This felt familiar. The old respect their relationship had started with seemed to be back. Had Shego forgiven her? Why now?
And then it hit her. She'd been behaving all guilty and heartbroken instead of matching Shego punch for punch, physical or verbal. The villainess had been depressed for a while after her defeat, but then she got back into the game, and Kim wasn't being the feisty opponent she usually was. She'd lost Shego's respect, and now she was getting it back.
Kim spoke again before her grin grew questionably wide. "I suppose you want to hear all about the different outfits I wore. You certainly seemed to enjoy mocking them."
The green girl snorted. "Not hard to figure out. Your original outfit was probably based on some preteen tomboy fantasy..."
"I wasn't a tomboy! I wore dresses! I had pigtails!"
"Uh-huh. And when you finally had to replace it, daddy Possible dressed you as an astronut, your brothers were inspired by Japanese cartoons... dunno about the purple gunk though. What was that stuff?"
"An experimental compound in the lab next door."
Shego's eyes grew wide. "You were right there?"
"Dad was showing me around. Both 'rents were hoping I'd go to their universities."
"I hope Ann wasn't too disappointed."
"Nah. But they were surprised I went international with my choices."
"Not New York? Center of international diplomacy, and all..."
"It's on the list, but... to be honest, I think spending more time than a mission outside the country would be good for me. Get a different perspective. And... we've fought on the Eiffel Tower, but I never got the chance to stop and take in the view. It'd be nice to stay in one place long enough to visit some museums or art galleries or something."
"Kimmie, it's called a vacation. That's what I do."
"Yeah, but you waste most of it on the beach. If you were recognised in a museum their security people would freak."
"True." Shego's grin dimmed, then sighed as her face turned serious. "So, you didn't give our rematch much of a chance before the quake-maker kicked in."
The teenager crossed her arms. "Not when you were holding Ron, no."
"Interesting. I was expecting you to say boyfriend."
"If you want to talk about sidekicks," Kim countered in growing irritation, "How about you tell me why you're back with Drakken?"
"New contract," Shego lied. "We're taking it one evil plot at the time... I think he's trying to impress me again, to try and get things back to how they were."
"Is that what you want? For things to go back to how they were?"
Shego shifted uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at the redhead, aware that they weren't talking about Drakken anymore.
"You do," Kim's voice was hushed in surprise, "But you came here instead of home because you don't want to admit it."
"I, uh..."
Apparently it didn't matter what excuse Shego might have been able to come up with, because she found herself in Kim's tight embrace before she could say anything. "I missed you too," the girl confided, rattling her nerves further.
"Dammit, Kimmie, get off me," Shego grumbled through clenched teeth, her body remaining stiff as a board.
"Why?"
"Because any reaction I might have to your body pressing against mine will send you on a major guilt trip once you remember you have a boyfriend." The villainess snarled the last word.
Kim quickly let go and took a small hop back. For a moment, she'd forgotten all about Ron. Then her mind caught up with what Shego had said. "So you do want to..."
"Fall back into old habits? No matter how ill-advised?" Another shrug. "God knows I've no problem with you cheating on the doofus, on principle alone; but I'm not gonna put up with the consequences from you."
The teenager was barely listening. "I could fuck you, here and now, on my mother's desk," she moaned, actually moaned as she stared at her former lover, "And not let you come until she walks back through that door."
Shego's body quivered at the suggestion, but she shook her head as she tried to clear the scenario from her mind. "And then you can shove those fingers in the buffoon's face and tell him who's cunt he's smelling," she said harshly.
"I could," Kim agreed, to Shego's surprise, "I could tell him everything."
"And he'd freak."
"Totally."
"...The look on his face when he learns I had you long before he did would be worth it," the green girl admitted.
Kim's imagination was running away with her, and getting her quite flustered in the process. "We could get up to all kinds of nasty kinky stuff, and he'd be completely clueless until I actually told him. Or showed him."
"You could spread your legs for Ann right in front of him. Let her make you nice and wet before offering you up. Or vice versa. Think you could spread momma's pussy wide open for him?"
"I wonder if he would..."
"He's a teenage boy, isn't he? Offer him a wet hole and his hard-on might not even make it out of his pants before making a mess."
"Oh god," Kim breathed, shaking her entire body to try and break this unforseen mood she had fallen into. She couldn't believe how wet she was; she'd have to change her underwear when she got home. "Is this what it's like to be... sexually... mature? To have all these thoughts and ideas and fantasies?" She blinked, then giggled. "What if his pants fall down because he's genuinely too distracted to maintain his otherwise constant hard-on?"
"As if that's the only thing that keeps his pants up?" Shego sniggered. "It sure isn't his belt."
"Gah! Stop it." The redhead slapped a hand to her forehead and dragged it down her face. This wasn't something to fall into hysterical giggles about; this was her best friend, her boyfriend. "This isn't fair to him. It's... almost cruel. He's my best friend and I love him."
"Uh-huh."
"What?"
"Again, I expected you to say boyfriend."
"Is it really so hard to accept that Ron and I are a couple, now?" Kim huffed.
Shego rolled her eyes. "I can accept that you of all people would give the utterly inept a chance, but him? You grew up together! Doesn't it feel like dating your brother, or something?"
"What about your incest fetish?"
The villainess held up a halting hand. "Okay, one, you're not blood relatives; and two, it's not homosexual."
Shego's choice of words gave Kim pause. "So... you also like gay... as in, two guys... ew!"
"What?"
The redhead actually looked a little nauseous. "Oh, that's just... bleah!"
"What!"
"I just got a visual of dad and uncle Slim."
"Does it involve a saddle?" Shego laughed at Kim's reaction before giving it serious thought. "Meh, doesn't do it for me. I mean, the only reason I'd ever be interested in your dad is because he's your dad, and Ann's husband. But the generation gap isn't there. Your cousin or grannie would have to be involved."
Now Kim was just plain horrified. "But Joss is just a kid! And nana's so... so... old!"
"Shame on you, Kimmie!" the green girl declared with a pout. "Octogenarians need orgasms too. Besides, she's so spry for her age. She must be getting some kind of exercise..."
The teenager grimaced anew as another combination occurred to her. "Wait... what about... dad and the tweebs?"
"Oh, you don't want to get me started on twins. The only reason what Wego does can be called masturbation is because he was originally just one boy."
"...Ewww!"
"Maybe I should just throw all you Possibles into bed together and let god sort it out."
"Maybe we should lay down plastic sheets on the living room floor so it'll be easy to clean up the mess after the family orgy," Kim countered sarcastically.
Shego finally relented. It was fun grossing the girl out, but it was like torture... too much and it would become ineffective. "Seriously, Kimmie, doesn't it seem hypocritical to be against gay guys when you're into girls?"
"It's different."
"Or maybe you're less straight and more lez than you think. If you were free, and could choose between a guy and a girl for a night, and there's no reason to like one more than the other..."
"I'd choose the one that can't get me pregnant."
"...Well, I suppose that's practical." Shego stopped leaning on Ann's desk. "Ugh, this isn't what I came here for. I just wanted to visit Ann and mess with you. There wasn't even a fight for us to talk about, just your fashion disasters."
Kim didn't believe a word of it. She allowed one raised eyebrow to make her point, but apparently the villainess was refusing to bite.
"The only reason Dr. D could afford that place was because he tricked the government into paying for everything, telling them it was a real university. Truth is, he's strapped for cash... at least, as far as world domination plans go. That's why we were stealing all the actual tech. Anyway, the point it... we might not see each other for a while."
The teen hero tried not to show her disappointment. "Well, maybe it would be good for us to retreat to neutral corners for a bit. But so you know, you're welcome to visit anyway."
Shego grumbled half-heartedly as she walked to the door. "Figures. Thanks. Tell Ann I said later."
Kim was left alone with her imagination, as well as her confusion. She wanted Shego, loved Shego... did she want to go back to her? How could she keep Ron as a friend if he knew? Or perhaps she could convince them both to share her. She could do anything, after all. Shego would need lots and lots of convincing, but now... it didn't seem impossible.
Which led the teenager to imagine just what the three of them could end up doing to each other. Ron's face full of shock, awe and arousal as the girls went at it before inviting him to join in. Shego grumbling about letting the sidekick fuck her until Kim gives her mouth something better to do. Sandwiched between them, Ron in front, Shego and her strap-on behind...
Kim was ready put a hand down her pants and get herself off then and there when her mother returned. "Oh, is she gone? How did it go?"
"She still wants me," Kim breathed huskily, "And I still want her."
Ann didn't miss the tone of her daughter's voice. "What about Ron?" she chose to ask.
"I want him too," the teenager said, but it wasn't Ron she approached and pressed her body against.
"Kimmie..." was all Ann got out before Kim's mouth captured her own. Her daughter had her against the door with no way to escape... not that she particularly wanted to, but it seemed Shego had left Kim in such a flustered state that she was ready to latch onto her reluctant mother for relief.
The kiss certainly had the same passion as their last one, but this time there was an urgency to it, a hunger not yet sated.
"I feel like I'm going to explode," Kim whispered when she let her mother up for air.
"If you need to take care of it right now, I can give you more time alone..." Ann weakly suggested.
"This isn't an alone thing," her daughter responded, dragging Ann across the room by her lab coat. Once she had her mother against the desk, she reached under the coat and yanked Ann's skirt up, quickly claiming a bare thigh between her own and clamping down on it with every muscle her cheerleader body provided.
The heat emanating from between her legs was, frankly, incredible. Despite the layers of fabric, it far outdid the teenager's hot breath against her mother's neck.
"Kimmie, this isn't fair..." Ann pleaded as her daughter's hips began to rock.
"I know," the younger redhead admitted. "Can you just... put up with me? For a little bit? I... I just..."
She needs this, Ann realised. She really needs... And now her own arousal surfaced. To be needed, desired, in spite of how wrong it was - however wrong it really was - suddenly she was shifting her weight and the angle of the thigh Kim was riding, wrapping an arm around her back, the other hand in her hair, holding her as tightly as she could without impeding her daughter's efforts lower down.
"You have to be quiet," she whispered breathlessly into Kim's ear, "You have to be quiet..."
A stifled moan, lips and teeth locked to her neck, Ann felt her daughter shift things up a gear. She looked down Kim's back, watching her ass go back and forth. When the urge came to grab it, she shifted her line of sight elsewhere, anywhere else... to the door.
"The door's unlocked," she whispered. Anyone could knock and walk in without waiting...
"Leave it," Kim gasped, clutching her mother even tighter, forbidding her to move.
The fact that Kim was willing to take such a risk ramped things up a notch for Ann as well. The next time her gaze fell upon her daughter's buttocks, she didn't resist the urge. Both hands slid down the teenager's back and onto those curves, fingernails biting into the hard flesh hidden beneath the fabric.
Kim whimpered at the new contact. "Do you like it, mommy?" she managed to ask with a quivering breath. "Do you like it when your little bubblebutt fucks you?"
Her daughter hadn't called her mommy since she was twelve. "Oh god..." was the only reply she could voice.
And then Kim clamped down even harder as the rest of her body began to shudder and buck. Ann could hear great, gasping breaths being drawn through clenched teeth, felt her daughter's orgasm attempt to rack her lithe frame and make her voice her release to anyone within earshot. Kim held onto dear life as wave after wave crashed through her, rendering her almost insensible.
Ann held her patiently in the aftermath, even kissed her when the teenager finally raised her face up to look into her mother's eyes. A kiss that spoke of acceptence. No regrets.
"Thank you," Kim breathed as she loosed her hold with her lower extremities, though she made no attempt to free herself from her mother's embrace.
"You're welcome, though... I enjoyed it too."
"You did?" Kim wondered aloud. What she had just done had been completely selfish, she hadn't even considered... "Do you need me finish you off, or..."
"I'm just fine," Ann assured her with a smirk more commonly found on Shego's lips. "You'd better change as soon as you get home, though."
"Huh?" It took a moment to register, but when Kim suddenly slid a hand down between her legs, she discovered the gusset of her pants was as damp as it was hot. Her face instantly turned darker than her hair. "Oh my gawwwd..."
Ann couldn't help chuckling at the reaction. "Don't worry about it, honey. Noone will notice as long as you don't do the splits anywhere between here and the car... though you may want to stay downwind of anyone you pass along the way."
"Mooom..."