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Disclaimer: Butch Hartman owns all rights to the cartoon by the name of Danny Phantom. I gain nothing from this tripe but the joys of writing. I hope you‘re enjoying this. I do this to get the stories off my mind, regain a small bit of my waning sanity and to get a rise out of my readers. I got a bit of a rise out of that last chapter myself.

DP Ch 13

"Happy Birthday Danny," Jazz said quietly as she snuck into his room and didn't turn on the lights. When she didn't get a response she called again a little louder. "Danny, are you up?"

"Jazz," the raven-haired youth moaned and looked at his alarm clock, "It's not even six o'clock on a Saturday morning. What'cha want?" He pulled the sheets over his head to block out the unwanted disturbance of a sister.

"I just wanted to give you your birthday present early," Jazz stated and snuck fully into the room, quietly closing the door behind her. She padded barefoot over to the bed, pulled the sheets back and slipped in next to her younger brother. "You do want a birthday present from me, don't you?"

"Yeah, yeah," Danny mumbled, "birthday present." He tussled around under the covers to get more comfortable when he suddenly felt two arms wrap around his chest from behind him. Two naked arms! And then he realized there was one naked female chest with two very pointy naked nipples snuggling into his back! His eyes shot open wide, sleep being totally forgotten at that point. "Jazz!" he yelped.

"Keep it down Danny," Jazz hushed to him in his ear with a slight laugh. "You'll wake up mom and dad." She giggled like a schoolgirl as her hands moved lower across his stomach.

"Jazz," Danny hissed back as he grabbed her hands before they got to their obvious destination, "I don't want to do this now and..."

"And what?" the redhead asked out of curiosity.

"And…” Danny let out a heavy sigh, “Sam and I couldn't wait until after our wedding. We made love last night so I don't think I’ll need anymore of your tutoring."

Jazz practically crawled atop Danny under the sheets to look him in the face. "You and Sam made love last night?" she squealed softly. "That's great. How did it go?"

Danny shifted around so he was lying on his back and Jazz was draped half across his chest. A broad smile slowly spread across his face. "It was fan-tastic," he enthused softly, not wanting to wake up the others in the house. "I've never felt anything like it... not even with you or Mom."

Jazz crossed her arms atop his chest and gazed into Danny's eyes that seemed to be filled with pure satisfaction and wonder. "So, tell me what happened?"

Danny laced his finger behind his head as he gazed at no particular point on the ceiling. "Well, Sam and I were in the kitchen talking about Mom's surveillance system when we found one of the cameras and sensors in the ceiling. We followed the wires and found a secret room up here on the second floor." He turned slightly to look at his sister. "Did you know mom has a secret room with a ton of surveillance equipment in it that can view the whole house?"

"I didn't know until yesterday when she showed me," Jazz informed her brother. "It explains a lot of things. Like how she'd always know when I was about to make out with someone in my room."

"Someone?" Danny questioned with a knowing look on his face. "I thought you talked about your friend Kim like you knew her a little better than a girlfriend. Well, anyway," Danny chuckled at the fact that they found out about their mom's secret surveillance room on the same day, "we figured out where mom didn't have any cameras and went out to Lake Amity."

"You made love on the beach?" Jazz sighed. "How romantic. What kinda foreplay did you use?"

"Well," Danny scratched his head and stalled a bit, "there wasn't really any foreplay so to speak."

Jazz raised up in anger, both of her hand planted firmly on his chest. She hissed between clenched teeth, "You didn't do anything? You entered without getting her ready?"

"No, no," Danny denied vehemently as softly as he could so as to not wake up their parents. "She was plenty wet between her legs. We played around in the water beforehand and she said she was ready. She insisted."

"Did you at least offer her some foreplay?" Jazz huffed as she returned to her folded arm position on his chest.

"I offered and she said she was ready," Danny stated a bit too loud before he calmed down. "I wish you'd believe me."

Jazz looked at the honesty in Danny's eyes and sighed in relief. "I believe you Danny. She must have gotten excited while playing around in the water."

"Yeah," Danny chuckled. "I think Sam was ready to make love as soon as we stepped out of the house. I got a strong whiff of a musky odor then and it was really strong when we landed on the beach." A troubled look arose on his face. "That musky scent. That's Sam's juices flowing, isn't it? At least that's what all the guys say in the locker room at school; That they can smell when their girlfriends are ready for sex."

Jazz giggled at Danny's discomfort from not knowing what was what and from actually talking about the subject. "Yes, if she’s not wearing too much perfume and you’re nose is working properly. The scent of a woman usually means her juices are flowing and she's ready for you but you should still provide some kind of foreplay just to make sure."

"Well, Sam was plenty ready and she didn't want to wait for it."

"Was Sam in any pain when you first entered her?" Jazz asked, trying to get all of the details out of her brother as long as he was talking.

"Not at first," Danny said as he rolled back onto his back and gazed up in remembrance, trying to burn every little detail of the first time he and Sam had made love into his brain. "As I said, we were kidding around in the water when Sam grabbed a hold of me and kissed me good and hard. Then she said she was ready and guided my cock into her pussy." Danny smiled up to the ceiling. "I got halfway in before I couldn't go in any further."

"You hit her hymen," Jazz smirked. "That's why you couldn't slide your cock in all the way."

"I know that," Danny huffed at his sister for the interruption. He paused to regain a bit of composure before he turned back to Jazz and smiled again. "Anyway... I asked if she was ready and, with her consent, I pushed through and we froze in place when I was all the way in."

"You let her adjust to you being in her." Jazz smiled at her brother and reached down under the covers to stroke his already firm cock. "That's good. That's what you should do every time... to wait til Sam is comfortable with your dick in her before you start pumping."

Danny blushed a little. "I stopped because I thought if I didn't, I might burst at the seams and ejaculate into Sam too soon, the feeling was that intense."

"Either way you look at it," Jazz chuckled as she intensified her strokes, "you did the right thing… little brother."

"Yeah," Danny chuckled back. "Well she took a few strokes of her own and I got weak in the knees so I picked Sam up and we make love on the blanket."

"How many times?" Jazz giggled as she scooted in close to Danny's hips. She was just about to impale herself when Danny stopped her.

"Jazz," Danny's voice became serious as his eyes narrowed, "as much as I like your teaching methods I only want to be with Sam from now on." A small smile graced his face and he let out a single syllable laugh. "And it was three times before we zoned out for a few minutes."

The red haired teen slid down the bed still stroking Danny's manhood. "Well, I bet Sammy will never do this to you." Jazz swept the covers to the side of the bed with one arm as she lowered her mouth to his tool.

Danny's fifth appendage was about to be engulfed by ruby red lips when he suddenly knew he didn't want that. He gripped the sides of Jazz' head to prevent her from going any further. "Jazz, no," he said softly. "Please no. I only want to be with Sam from now until the day I die." He smiled warmly at his sister. "Thanks for all of the support and love you have given me over the years... Even though we've fought more than supported each other."

"That's what brothers and sisters are suppose to do," Jazz smirked back up to him, her hands both still wrapped around his tool but slowing in their work. "We're not suppose to get along until we're much older, like when we're both out of college."

"Yeah but," Danny snickered as he knelt before her, "we're Fentons and we do things differently." He gently took Jazz' hands from his cock and lifted her to a kneeling position on his bed as he was. "You'd better get back to your room before mom and dad wake up and find us together."

"Mom isn't the problem," Jazz explained as she stood from the bed. "Both mom and I have enormous sex drives and we always satisfy our needs however we can. Mom told me dad's libido is puny just like his peter and has been since she met him in college."

"Is that suppose to mean my sex drive will peter out in the next few years?" Danny joked, "Cause my cravings are in overdrive right now and I don't think they'll leave me alone for quite a while."

"Well," Jazz thought on his point for a second, "judging by genetics, neither of us swam much in dad's end of the gene pool. We both seem to take to mom's side of the family. Although..." She became pensive as she got to the door and turned back to her brother. "... I can see more Vlad Masters in both you and me than daddy. Maybe Vlad is our father."

"Ewwwww," Danny shivered in disgust. "Don't even joke about that! Mom told me she did Vlad only once during a freshman college beer party, but that would have been long before you were born. I so don't want to think of mom and uncle Vlad," his name came out jokingly but with a little spite, "getting it on. That is just wrong on so many levels."

"Thanks for putting that disgusting picture in my head," Jazz shuddered in revulsion. "I don't think I'm going to be able to have sex for a month until after I get that, UGH, picture scrubbed from my mind."

"Danny!" the two heard from beyond the bedroom door. It was their father.

"Daddy!" Jazz squeaked and nervously shot her eyes around the room, looking for a place to hide.

"No big," Danny chuckled and directed Jazz toward the wall between their rooms. His arms became intangible before Jazz' body did too and Danny shoved his sister through the wall to her room.

"Yeah dad!" Danny called out over his shoulder toward the door as it opened. Both Jack and Maddie popped their head through the open portal. Danny heard the door opening and quickly grabbed a pair of dirty blue jeans from the floor, trying to cover his nakedness as he yelled, "DON'T YOU GUYS REMEMBER TO KNOCK FIRST! I THOUGHT WE HAD AN UNDERSTANDING AFTER THE GENIUS MAGAZINE FIASCO!!"

"Sorry son!" Jack bellowed, swiftly turned and noisily clomped down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Danny," Maddie cooed lovingly as she lasciviously eyed her son’s backside up and down and licked her lips, "did you get Sam home okay last night?"

"Yes Mom." Danny slipped on the blue jeans. He zipped them up quickly before he turned to face his mother.

"You two disappeared for over an hour," the older woman stated in a knowing voice. "Did you and she do anything... special... while you were off my radar?"

Danny blushed for a second before he stood up straight and smiled brightly figuring she already had a good idea what happened last night. "Yep. Sam and I discovered your secret monitoring room and found a few places that aren't covered here in Amity Park. We made love last night and, before you ask, it was wonderful."

"That's fine Danny," Maddie's smile amped up until it practically glowed. "I knew you and she did it last night. I could sense when it happened."

"Are you okay with Sam and I making love?" Danny asked, hoping for the best but expecting a royal reaming from his mother for sidestepping the law by a whole week. (A whole week for Sam but only a few hours in Danny's case.)

"As long as you two take precautions and don't make a grandmother out of me for a few years," Maddie smirked, "then I don't mind that you and Sam are expressing that love." She stepped into the room and held the door slightly ajar behind her without closing it fully. "Did you do it the right way, like I taught you?"

"I offered," Danny smiled slyly, "but Sam was a little eager to do it the first time. I finally got in a little foreplay before the third time we did it and we cuddled and talked for a while after each time."

"I'm proud of you Danny," Maddie gushed and walked over to take her child in her arms. She gave him a big hug and Danny squirmed a bit at the overly affectionate display.

"Mom!" he whined. "Sam seems to be satisfied with my knowledge and technique so you don't have to teach me any more!"

"I'm not here to reinforce what Jazz and I taught you," Maddie cooed and released the embrace. She ran her hand through his messy bed-hair. "I just love you and Sam so much Danny I want you to know that." She turned to walk to the door.

"Mom," Danny held his hand out and called to her, "I love you too but I just wish you'd leave Sam and me alone for a while right now, sex wise that is. We want to discover a few things on our own."

"I can do that Danny..." Maddie stated as she came back over to her son and took his hand. She led him out of his room and down to the secret filled hallway closet, "...if you'd do something for me."

They entered the surveillance room and Maddie went to the wall of equipment opposite the one where the main screens were. She pushed a button and a table with a squarish metal box on it slid from the wall. It was waist high for Danny and the box split in half, hinging back as it opened.

"I'd like to make a copy of your cock Danny. Get your dick out and put it in the box."

Danny thoroughly checked over the two square pieces of apparently solid metal hinged at the back. "This thing can make a copy of my dick?" he begged in curiosity as his hand tentatively slid along the lower surface. It felt… spongy. "Don't I need to be hard to do it?"

"Not with my patented Dick Maker 3000. It'll do all the work, trust me," Maddie smirked and led him to the correct position. She expertly undid the button and zipper of his pants and they dutifully fell to the floor. She maneuvered him forward another few inches until Danny's manhood was directly over the edge of the open box. It swiftly clamped down, trapping his penis and scrotum between the two parts. It started to hum loudly.

Danny jumped a little (but not very high considering his dick and balls were held firm by the box,) in surprise before his eye's rolled into the back of his head and his mouth opened and closed like a pet goldfish. A ding was heard after only three minutes and a full sized, anatomically correct copy of Danny's erect cock popped out of the side of the box.

"It- it..."Danny stuttered in near bliss, "it's not gonna leave me hanging, is it?"

"Why do you asked?" Maddie wickedly begged as she leaned on the machine.

"Cause this feels to good to stop," he gasped in a whisper, really getting off on the machine that had latched onto his flaccid cock and brought him to full erection in only fifteen seconds then made a copy of the erection. It now felt like it was trying to milk him dry as it wetly rubbed over his entire length. "I don't know how much of this I can take."

"John Holmes, the porn actor, was the first person to use the Dick Maker 3000 after I built it," the woman informed her son who was approaching ecstasy. "He was in there for over an hour before he stopped."

"Wait," Danny tried to focus on his mother but found he couldn't considering his dick was being held firm and it felt soooo good. "You have a copy of John Holmes' erection? That must be larger and longer than mine Why would you want a copy of me?"

"Well for one thing," Maddie smirked to her son as she slid around behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist so she could whisper into his ear, "John is a little too big for my comfort and two, we're family. I've always wanted your dick, Danny. Ever since we started camping out and I saw your grown-up dick for the first time I've always wondered what it would be like to have your cock in my pussy. Now that I know I want to keep getting your magnificence. But the third reason I don't use the John Holmes dildo anymore is… " Maddie's face turned an adorable shade of pink, "...that dildo has been worn out from use." She held up a thin, pink piece of plastic that wasn't any more than a half inch in diameter and four inches long.

"How do you stop this crazy thing?" Danny begged through gritted teeth. "I can't take much more of this."

"Oh, honey," Maddie cooed and ran her hands up and down his naked chest, "all you need to do is ejaculate. That'll shut off the machine right away."

Danny tensed as he raised up straight and grunted as he shot his load into the machine. After a few seconds the box opened, releasing Danny's cock from its grip.

Maddie stood back from her son and patted his shoulder. "That's a good boy. The DM3000 will also analyze your sperm sample to check on your virility." She checked out a few of the readouts on a side wall panel and smile. The number on the readouts was extremely high. "There's no reason to worry about that though. Your sperm count is almost off the chart." Maddie frowned as she peered in concern at another gauge. "But it appears that your DNA is contaminated with something."

Danny panted and nodded as he leaned heavily on the table coming down from the machine's marvelous manual manipulation of his manhood. "Whoa, mom. Hold on there,” he gasped for air. “That's probably because I'm part ghost."
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