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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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   A voice washed up against Kim’s consciousness, demanding attention and accompanied by a sound, intrusive and insistent.

   Kim moaned and arched her back, twisting on her bed, images and sensations cascading through her waking mind as she struggled to reach consciousness; silky caresses and shivering strokes, soft and warm and wet; hot writhing excitement; heady musk; deep, pulsing need and a growing, rising sensation like nothing she had ever experienced before.

   “Kimmie, honey? Are you ok?” The voice came again, more clearly penetrating the haze surrounding Kim’s waking mind, along with the sharp rapping calling her from her sleep.

   Kim jerked fully awake with a sudden start, and the vivid visions of her dream scattered in all directions like a flock of panicked dream thrush, leaving behind only fleeting images of their former clarity. For a second Kim’s mind whirled with the sensations that were ebbing away from her, and then she panicked as she realized who was calling her. Her head snapped up just in time to see her door opening farther.

   “Hunh, what mom?” Kim said in a voice still thick and muzzy from sleep, quickly sitting up and grabbing at the covers twisted all around her while she spoke, franticly trying to pull them free and cover herself up as much as she could.

   Sticking her head into the room, Ann looked over at Kim in the spectral predawn light streaming in from her window and said; “I heard you calling out in your sleep honey. Were you having a bad dream?”

   “Ahhh, I don’t think so mom.” Kim blushed furiously and was deeply thankful the light was so dim her mom couldn’t see her clearly. “If I was I don’t remember.”

   “Ok, Kimmie. Are you going to go back to sleep or should I get you some breakfast with my own before I go?” Ann asked.

   “No, that’s ok, mom, I’ll get something when I come down in a while.” Kim quickly replied.

   “All right. You have a good day at school Kimmie, and I’ll see you when you get home this afternoon—unless there’s an emergency at the hospital.”

   “Ok, mom, see you later.”

   Kim sighed and lay back in her bed once Ann was gone, thanking her lucky stars that she had managed to wake up before her mom had come into the room. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat and her tingling groin and tight breasts along with her achingly hard nipples and clit told her exactly what kind of dream she’d been having, and she was fairly certain she would have literally died of embarrassment if her mom had woken her up from that. But she hadn’t, so everything was fine.

   A fleeting image of a kiss…

   Kim sat bolt upright. “Oh god, no!” Throwing back the covers, Kim gasped as she saw how wet she was; a dark patch radiated almost six inches down the inside of each of her pajama legs and there was even a little spot on the bed sheet under her.

   “No no no no no no…” Kim chanted as she got out of bed in a daze and grabbed her bathrobe. Pulling it on she quickly ran to her bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her once she was safely inside.

   Moving to the sink, Kim ran some cold water and splashed it up into her face several times before looking at herself in the mirror.

   “Come on, Kim, get ahold of yourself. It was just a little wet dream, that’s all; nothing special.”

   But Kim knew she was lying. Despite being an abnormally healthy, athletic, energetic girl, she had never actually had a wet dream before—well, actually, to be precise, she had had sex dreams before, but even the strongest ones she’d had were only… pleasant, short, and left her just a little… damp, in the morning. But this… Kim didn’t exactly remember it clearly, but she was pretty certain she came during the end of the dream, just as her mother had woken her up, and considering how sweaty and wet she was, it probably hadn’t been the first time either.

   “It’s just a coincidence, Kim.” Kim stared at herself intently. “Or your mind playing tricks on you. Yeah, that’s it; just your subconscious going screwy on you is all. You were hurt and tired and thinking about… that, just before you went to sleep is all. Just a really, really weird nightmare with a freaky reaction to it, that’s what it was, and nothing more. So just calm down and let’s get on with the day.”

   Kim turned away from the mirror and pulled the shower curtain closed before reaching in and turning the water on. Then she took off her clothes and grimaced at the greasy residue that was smeared over her, coated with a liberal dusting of lint from her pajamas and stray hairs. At least the liniment had done its job; her bruises were already fading from dark black to a lighter purple-blue. If she used the stuff again tonight she was fairly sure they’d be fading to yellow-green by tomorrow morning.

   Making a face at the thought of another night of stinky hell, Kim stepped into the shower as soon as it was ready and started washing herself off. After shampooing her hair, Kim methodically and thoroughly scrubbed herself down, lathering the liniment residue off of her while she luxuriated in the hot water streaming down her still achy body. As Kim worked lower, she ran the frilly mesh sponge between her legs the same way she always did, and gasped in surprise at the shock of sensation its passage caused.

   Oh wow, guess I’m still a little… excited down there, Kim giggled to herself before trying a lighter touch. As she gently cleaned herself off, Kim unconsciously started using a stronger, longer stroke, until she shivered at the feelings she was giving herself and noticed what she was doing. But instead of moving on with her cleaning, Kim found herself continuing; it just felt soooo good that she couldn’t stop.

   This was yet another thing that Kim hadn’t really had much experience with. She’d been… excited, before, and even what she figured qualified as horny a few times, but she’d never really acted on those feelings. Before last year it had been a matter of practicality; her attic room had no privacy with the walk up stairs that led to it, and she’d had to share the family bathroom with everyone else. After the tweebs had blown a quarter of the house to bits last summer with one of their crazy experiments, the remodeling gave her a new room with a door and a new private bathroom, as well as opening up several options she hadn’t had before. Even with those options, Kim had still only… played, with herself a little those few times she’d considered herself horny. Between a general sense of embarrassment and much stronger feelings of paranoia over the tweebs stalking her or worry that her parents might hear something in the room next to hers, she could never quite work up the courage to actually try and seriously masturbate, despite the few times she’d really wanted to.

   But right now, Kim felt like she was on fire. Her whole body was vibrating with the pleasure she was feeling, and she wasn’t thinking of anything else but that. Her breasts tightened and she lifted her other hand up to rub them gently, shivering and shuddering as she brushed her quickly hardening nipples. Kim closed her eyes, bit her lip, and moaned deeply in the back of her throat as another wave of delight cascaded up from between her legs to join the less intense but no less enjoyable feelings she was coaxing from her breasts. The heat of her body seemed to rival that of the water streaming down her, and she felt lightheaded and surreal. Kim stroked herself faster, sensing it was what she needed, what she wanted, even though she was in unfamiliar territory, unsure where she was headed, but having a pretty strong idea that she very much wanted to get there now.

   Powerful muscles rippling under tawny striped skin and sleek, hard feminine curves slick with sweat…

   With the fleeting image burning in her mind, Kim’s eyes shot open and she gasped not from pleasure, but utter shock. Her whole body went cold as she jerked her hands away from herself and moaned in dread.

   No. No! Kim almost cried, denial strong and sharp within her. Damn you! Why did you put this in my head you bitch? Wasn’t it good enough that you beat me? You had to do this too? Well I won’t let you mess with me like this; I won’t! It’s just a twisted game; it’s just your damn perverted suggestion lodged in my subconscious!

   Kim thrust all thoughts out of her head and furiously returned to cleaning herself off, crushing what little excitement remained in her body mercilessly with her iron will. She refused to accept what Corscan had told her, and she refused to think that what was happening to her was anything other than her subconscious mind trying to process the twisted mind game the woman had subjected her to. It wasn’t anything other than that. It couldn’t be.

   Exiting the shower once she was done, Kim finished up her morning routine with focused intent before putting her bathrobe back on, going back to her room, and throwing her pajamas in the hamper. After a moment, Kim went back to the hamper and buried her wet pajama bottoms deeper down in the dirty clothes just in case her mom did her laundry before she got the chance to do it herself. Once that was done, Kim spent about a half hour getting dressed and ready for school before heading downstairs.

   Entering the kitchen, Kim tried to ignore her brothers, who had arrived before her and were doing their best to eat their Fruit Loops in the fastest, most disgusting manner possible. Unfortunately, Jim and Tim had never been easy to ignore, especially when they sensed something was up.

   “Hey, Kim was out late last night,” Jim said to Tim, who continued the thought without pause; “And now she’s up early,” then both of them said in unison; “So that must mean she was out on a date!” Both twins turned to Kim and asked; “Who were you out with last night Kim? We didn’t know you had a new booooyfriend!”

   “I was not out on a date tweebs!” Kim snapped.

   “Whoa; check it out!” Tim said. Jim continued; “What happened to you Kim?” Both finished eagerly; “Did you get into another fight with Drakken and Shego?”

   “No, I did not get into a fight with Drakken and Shego!”

   “Well if it wasn’t Drakken and Shego,” Jim started, Tim continued; “and you weren’t out on a date with a new boyfriend,” and then Jim finished; “then what were you doing last night?”

   Before Kim could answer, another voice cut into the conversation; “What’s this about a new boyfriend now?”

   “Nothing, dad,” Kim said, aggravation making her voice tight. “It’s just the tweebs sticking their noses in where they don’t belong again, as usual.”

   “Now Kimmie, you know your brothers don’t mean to annoy you, they’re just young and curious. And boys, you know better than to pester your sister at breakfast; you should be concentrating on getting ready for school.” James replied calmly.

   “Yes, dad.” Jim said while Tim said; “Sorry, dad.”

   Kim just rolled her eyes and went back to getting her breakfast, while her dad grabbed some toast and coffee, sat down at the table, and started reading the newspaper while he ate.

   After the twins finished eating and went to their room to get dressed for school, James lowered his newspaper and looked at Kim. “Kimmie, your mother told me about you coming in last night without getting checked out… again.”

   Kim sighed and said; “I know, I’m sorry dad.”

   “I know you think that we’re just being overprotective Kimmie, but part of our agreement with you is that you aren’t to take unnecessary risks when it comes to your health, and we expect you to live up to your end of the deal. I don’t think that’s too much to ask considering how flexible we’ve been over your extracurricular activities, now is it?”

   “Yeah dad, you’re right, and I know I should, but it’s just that I wish you guys would trust my judgment a little more is all; by now I do know the difference between the pain of a serious injury and the usual aches and pains I pick up…”

   “I don’t think that’s fair Kimmie; we do trust your judgment, otherwise we would have never agreed to let you do the things you do. But as your parents we also have to make sure you don’t overextend yourself like most young people do, and you must admit that your less than exemplary attention to this detail of our arrangement hasn’t exactly put you in a favorable light in that regard.”

   Kim sighed again and just nodded contritely.

   “All right then. Now, what’s this about a new boy?” James asked keenly.

   Kim made a vexed sound and then grumbled; “There’s no new boy dad, it was just the tweebs guessing what I was doing out late last night before they saw my bruises and figured it out on their own.”

   “Just so long as you weren’t out late on a school night with some boy…” James muttered while going back to reading his paper, and Kim couldn’t help but smile.

   No, I definitely wasn’t out with some boy dad, Kim thought with amusement, and then a second later that offhand reminder of her situation dispelled her humor like a dark cloud crossing in front of the sun, leaving her once more grimly trying to forget what had happened.

   By the time Kim finished breakfast, it was getting close to when she had to leave for school, and her father had already herded Jim and Tim out to the car to drive them to school on his way to work. Putting her dishes in the sink, Kim came into the den just in time to wave out the front window as her dad pulled out onto the street from the driveway. After that, Kim collected her backpack, put on a warm coat, and headed out into the winter cold to walk to school.

   Halfway to school Kim hooked up with Ron, and they spent the rest of the way talking about the coming day—mostly Ron complaining about his situation with Mr. Barkin and Kim sympathizing, as well as being thankful that her friend didn’t even once try and bring up anything about last night, despite how much she could sense he wanted to.

   Once at school, Kim had to brush off last night as no big one more time when Monique met them at her locker and asked what happened to her, which again reminded Kim of what she was trying to forget. As the day progressed, Kim found that problem getting worse, not easier.

   Just as she would stop pondering the events and lose herself in the day’s routine, a stray thought or image would skitter across her mind like an unwanted spider coming out of the darkness and vibrating the web of her thoughts; an image of Corscan, an echo of her words, or worse, what had happened earlier this morning. And every time, Kim would start worrying at those thoughts like a dog with a bone until finally, she would push them aside forcefully and have a short peace before the cycle started over again.

   A kiss unlike any she had ever before experienced; so soft, so warm, so deep…

   ‘You are definitely open to the possibilities…’

   Excitement and shivering pleasure conjoined with an image unanticipated and unwanted… wasn’t it?

   ‘I want you…’

   Sleek, strong, sensual… and so very, very primally feminine…

   They kept coming, but only as an occasional distraction that kept knocking her train of thought off its tracks. At least, they were only a distraction until afternoon practice—or rather, once afternoon practice was over. Kim had managed to put her troubling thoughts out of her mind completely for well over an hour by then, until with a shocking suddenness, they reared up and struck like a nest of vipers.

   Kim was in the showers, cleaning off after practice, and her gaze was wandering absentmindedly along with her thoughts, when all of a sudden Kim was struck by the realization that she was watching Tara shower; hot water and soap streaming down her lean, toned body as her hands glided across her slick, slippery skin, working the lather over her taunt curves.

   Am I? No… I mean, what else is there to look at? It’s not… I’m not…

   But by then, the thought was in her head, and it wouldn’t get out. Everywhere Kim turned, there was another young, fit, naked girl seemingly displaying herself to Kim sensually, as the heat and steam and water and lather flowed freely over them all. Kim shook her head and concentrated on cleaning herself, gritting her teeth together and trying her best to ignore everything around her.

   Kim was barely finished when she shot out of the showers, got dressed as fast as she could, and headed out of the locker room and out of school entirely. Kim didn’t even wait for Ron to get out of detention, and all the way home her thoughts kept circling back to what happened in the showers and what Corscan had said to her.

   ‘You are definitely open to the possibilities…’

   By the time Kim got home, she had just barely managed to once more shove the distracting and troubling thoughts and images out of her head. Coming in the front door, Kim took off her jacket and tossed it on the coat rack before yelling out; “Hey mom, I’m home.”

   “Hello, Kimmie,” James said as he came down the stairs holding a folder and reading some papers. “Indoor voice please.”

   “Oh, hey Dad, you’re home early today. Where’s mom and the tweebs?” Kim asked, taking note of the lack of TV noise coming from the den like there usually was this time of day.

   “Mmmm, Dr. Clarkson got over his cold last night and came in today, so we were able to finish the project work earlier than expected. As for your mother and your brothers, it seems that someone forgot to tell us about bringing an experiment to school that covered their entire classroom with green slime when it destabilized and exploded in their desks. Your mother offered to take your brothers in to the parent-teacher meeting that we would have missed if the school hadn’t called this afternoon so that I could get these project assessment forms done.”

   “Ok, Dad. Guess I’ll get a snack and head up to my room then.”

   “Ok, Kimmie. Oh, by the way, your mother said that some deliverymen came by the house earlier today and left something for you. I think she said she had them put it in the kitchen.” James said as he headed down the hall towards his study.

   “Really? Thanks dad.” Kim responded as she set her backpack down by the stairs and headed into the kitchen.

   “You’re welcome, Kimmie-cub.” James’ voice drifted down the hall and into the kitchen behind Kim.

   Kim rolled her eyes at the appellation even as she spotted a huge wooden-slat crate sitting in the open area in front of the fridge. Going over to the box, Kim saw there were smaller cardboard cartons tightly packed inside the larger container. After a moment examining the crate and seeing that the top slats were only tacked on, she grabbed one of them and, with a straining grunt, slowly pried it off with a squeal of wood on bending tacking nails. Two more slats followed the first before Kim had made a big enough opening that she could reach inside and pull one of the smaller unmarked cartons out and set it on top of the crate. As she did so the weight of the package and a muffled clinking from inside it made Kim uneasy for some reason.

   Tearing off the top of the carton, Kim’s eyes widened in surprise and she took two steps back away from the box. Inside the carton were a dozen unmarked glass bottles with plain metal vacuum-sealed screw tops. With wide eyes, Kim worked her mouth soundlessly for several seconds while her fingers slowly flexed into rigidly curled claws and her hands trembled.

   “That… that… that fucking bitch!” Kim shouted out. A split second later, Kim’s eyes got even wider, and she slapped her hands over her mouth in shock over what she’d just done.

   Contrary to popular belief, Kim Possible actually did know how to swear—you couldn’t be a teenager in a public high school and not know how to, and the supplemental education Kim had gotten over the years from the legion of thugs and henchmen she’d beaten senseless had increased her knowledge of profanity to veteran stevedore levels. But, aside from a very rarely muttered curse in her room or on a mission, Kim chose to abstain from using that knowledge the majority of the time, even in her head. And she definitely did not use it out in the open where anyone could hear her!

   Still with her hands over her mouth, Kim quickly rushed over to the entrance of the kitchen and cautiously looked down the hall towards her father’s study. It was only when she saw his door was closed that she took her hands away from her mouth and sighed with relief.

   That was a close one, Kim thought as she carefully moved back into the kitchen and once more turned to the crate that had enraged her. Thank god dad had his study soundproofed during the remodeling. Guess I owe you one tweebs.

   Kim studied the crate, trying to decide what she was going to do with it. Initially, she had wanted to go find a crowbar and smash the entire thing to bits, but the spike of fear from her little outburst had shocked that anger right out of her, and now all she had left was disbelief over Corscan having actually sent the thing to her after what had happened last night. How could someone do that so nonchalantly? It was like she didn’t even acknowledge the possibility that she was in the wrong.

   “She’s crazy, she’s absolutely crazy…” Kim murmured softly.

   Unless she’s right, in which case she’s just a woman that knows what she wants. The unwanted thought echoed out from the depths of Kim’s mind and she quickly dismissed it, unwilling to give it any credence whatsoever.

   Sighing, Kim decided that despite its source, there was no good reason to waste the gift petulantly destroying it or refusing to touch it, since there didn’t seem to be any return address she could send the crate back to otherwise, and bottled water wasn’t exactly something you could give away to a charity or something without looking like an idiot. So, after putting the bottles from the open case in the fridge, Kim spent the next half-hour lugging the water down to the basement storage room case by case until she had emptied the crate. Then she got a hammer, whacked the sides of the box apart, and took the remains of the disassembled crate out to the garage, adding them to the scrap wood pile her dad kept next to his workbench.

   Coming back inside, Kim put the hammer away and then, with a wry laugh and a shake of her head, took one of the bottles of water from the fridge and opened it with a sharp pop from the cap as she twisted it off. Then she took a drink to slake the thirst she had worked up dealing with the whole problem. It had been a very strange day, and it looked like it wasn’t over yet.

   Heading back into the hall, Kim jumped as the front door exploded inward and Jim and Tim came barreling into the house, shouting and plowing past her while almost sending her drink flying; it was only her honed reflexes and acrobatic ability that let her keep her balance without losing or spilling her bottle.

   “Tweebs!” Kim bellowed at the top of her lungs, but her brothers ignored her as they rushed up the stairs.

   “Boys! I want you at the kitchen table doing your homework in ten minutes, no more, do you understand me?” Ann said loud and firm from behind Kim.

   “Yes, mom!” the twins said in unison from upstairs before the door to their room slammed shut a few moments later.

   “Hi, mom.” Kim said as Ann came inside and shut the door behind her.

   “Hi, Kimmie. Did you have a good day at school?” Ann replied while taking off her coat and boots.

   “Ummm, ok I guess. Better than your day was I’m sure.”

   “Oh, those boys, sometimes they can be a real handful, that’s for sure. Did your father tell you about the delivery that came for you this afternoon Kimmie?”

   “Yeah, he did, thanks mom.”

   “So what is it Kimmie, did you check yet? If you don’t mind my asking that is…”

   “Of course not mom. It was bottled water from… someone I met a little while ago.”

   “Oh?”

   “Yep.” Kim answered, holding up her bottle by way of demonstration.

   “Hmmm, you don’t see those every day anymore.” Ann commented on the glass bottle. “Well, that was nice of them anyway, but you know we can’t keep that crate in the kitchen honey.”

   “I know, mom. I already put the cartons in the basement and took apart the crate and put it in the garage.”

   “That’s my girl.” Ann praised Kim as she headed into the kitchen. “I’m going to get supper started; is there anything special you want tonight Kimmie?”

“You’re cooking tonight? Great! Ummm, I guess—” Kim stopped abruptly as she heard the muffled chirp of her Kimmunicator coming from her backpack. “Hang on a sec’ mom.” Kim said as she went over to her backpack and dug out her Kimmunicator.

   “What’s the sitch?” Kim asked after she triggered the receive button and Wade came on screen.

   “Hey Kim. There’s a couple of things that came in on the site, but nothing big. An experimental sonic drill mounted to an excavator was lost down a narrow and unstable crevice and the researchers are looking for someone to try and retrieve it. Also, Drakken broke out of prison last night, and the Warden and US Marshals would like you to come in and take a look around just in case you notice something they missed or didn’t know was relevant.”

   “Humph. Well, we knew it was only a matter of time ‘til Shego broke him out again. I’ll stop by the prison on my way back from this drill thing.”

   “Actually, Kim, it wasn’t Shego that got Drakken out of prison, he escaped on his own.”

   “What? Drakken… escaped from prison… on his own?” Kim asked, her voice heavy with disbelief.

   “That’s what the authorities say Kim. That’s why they want you to come and take a look at everything. If it was just the usual smash and grab or vanishing act Shego does when getting Drakken, they wouldn’t have bothered.”

   “Wow, that’s a first all right. I can see why they’d want me to come in. Ok, well, he’s still gone, and I doubt he can get up to anything in the next few hours, so let’s keep it in the same order; I’ll get the drill first, then go to the prison. Can you get some rides lined up for me and Ron Wade?”

   “Sure, Kim, there’s a CI cargo plane heading to Wyoming in about two hours, just after suppertime—”

   “Not a CI flight, Wade!” Kim snapped, cutting Wade off.

   “Ohhhh-kay. Well, in that case… gimme a second here Kim.” Wade began typing on his keyboard intently. After a minute or two he looked up and said; “Ok Kim, I can get you everywhere you need to go, but you’ll need to be at the train station in the next half-hour to make it work.”

   “Ok, hang on a second.” Kim said as she walked over to the door to her father’s study. Kim knocked and after she heard a muffled response from inside she opened the door and stuck her head in.

   “Hey, dad, hope I’m not bothering you.” Kim said.

   “Not really, Kimmie, what’s up?” James answered.

   “I’ve got some situations that have come in on my site and I was wondering if you could give me and Ron a ride to the train station in the next few minutes dad.”

   “Sure, Kimmie, I just need to finish up these last few forms and I’ll be right with you. Will ten minutes be soon enough?”

   “Wade?” Kim asked Wade.

   “Sure, Kim, as long as you take the highway you should be able to get there just in time.” Wade answered.

   “Ok, dad, that’s fine, but Wade says we’re on a really tight schedule here…”

   “Not a problem, Kimmie-cub, I could do this paperwork in my sleep by now,” James said with a smile. “I’ll be finished and ready to go in just a little while.”

   “Ok, thanks a lot, dad.” Kim said before closing the door.

   “All right, Wade, can you call Ron and tell him what’s going on while I get ready?” Kim asked Wade as she headed back to the stairs.

   “No problem, Kim, talk to you later,” Wade answered.

   “Thanks, Wade,” Kim said before ending the call. Picking up her backpack, Kim was about to head upstairs when she remembered her mom and went into the kitchen instead.

   “Sorry, Mom,” Kim said when she saw Ann at the counter peeling potatoes. “Duty calls, so I guess I’m going to miss supper.”

   “I know, Kimmie,” Ann said with a soft, sad sympathy, knowing how much Kim loved it when she got the chance to get a home cooked meal instead of takeout. “I’ll make you up a few plates and put them in the warming oven for when you get back.”

   “Ok, thanks a lot, mom.”

   “And I want you to be careful out there, Kimmie; don’t forget that you’re hurt.”

   “I will, mom.” Kim said with resigned aggravation as she left the kitchen.

   Kim went up to her room and quickly changed into her mission clothes, selecting her jetpack backpack as the best choice for a trip into an “unstable crevice” big enough for an excavator to fall into. After that, she went back downstairs just as her father was coming out of his study.

   “Ready to roll, Kimmie?” James said.

   “You know it, dad.” Kim said with a smile.
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