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The World Must Never Know	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53064 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

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The World Must Never Know
Interlude Four - Life's a Beach.

Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, intense violence, torture, rape, death, incest, and many other mature themes.

Chapter 28: Part One.

(Natural Leisure Resort - August 8th, 2008)
Kim braced herself to face the inevitable, seeing and being seen by naked strangers, as the elevator doors opened to reveal the lobby. She breathed a mild sigh of relief when she saw it was as empty as it had been when they first arrived. They hadn't met anyone then either. Now that she was relaxed enough to think about it, the only people she'd met here were the resort manager and the doctor, and Feeley was the only one she'd seen naked.
Her gaze went around the large ornate space. It seemed like any one of the hotel lobbies she'd encountered during her many missions around the world. There were the bank of elevators they just left. In front of them was a large set of double doors, she suspected led to the rest of the resort, and over by the reception desk was the door leading back down the locker lined hallway to the docks and helipad.
The front desk wasn't manned, it wasn't even really a desk. She'd been a little too preoccupied to notice before, but the whole reception area was nothing more than a set of automated kiosks. Her mom had checked them in using a touchscreen. It was all very state of the art. Apparently the entire resort was. Even their suite door, and the lockers they'd left their belongings in, were controlled by palm print scanners.
Her anxiety began to increase again as her mother took her arm and led her toward the main door. She really wanted to drag her mom back into the elevator and back to their suite. It would be so easy to stay cocooned there, making passionate love, for the rest of their stay.
The thought vanished as they got close enough to the main doors for them to open automatically. Tropical sunlight flooded in as her mother escorted her into the unknown.
Kim blinked her eyes at they adjusted to the brightness. She saw a large garden area surrounded by tall trees and bushes. It was crisscrossed with walking paths of tightly fitted paving stones and bench filled seating areas. What she didn't see were any naked people. They were, as far as she could see, alone. She looked at her mother with puzzlement.
Anne didn't need to be a mind reader to know what her daughter was thinking. She waved her free arm at the empty space around them. “This part of the resort is mostly for one time visitors. It doesn’t get much use. Most of the regular guests stay in bungalows scattered across the rest of the island.” She tugged Kim’s arm, pulling her along one of the paths that headed into the bushes. She nodded her head at a small wooden sign, carved like an arrow, that pointed out the beach. “Let's start our day with a little surf and sun.”
The stone path wound it's way through the dense foliage. Smaller paths branched off it at seemingly random intervals. Unlike the main path, there were no signs showing what they led to. Instead, there were small wooden boxes hanging from a short post at the beginning of each of the smaller paths. As they passed by a few of them, Kim noticed some had red circles painted on them, while others were green, white or black. She was about to ask her mom what they were for, when the main path opened up, exposing the beach ahead.
All thoughts of odd colored boxes vanished as Kim looked at a beach unlike any she ever saw before. It was at least three hundred feet wide and stretched at least a mile before disappearing around a curve in the island. Two things set it apart. The first, was the complete lack of sand. Second, was the naked people. Thankfully they were few, and far enough away she couldn't make out any details. In an attempt to put off the inevitable, she concentrated on the composition of the beach itself.
At first she thought it might be rock, but as she left the stone walkway, she felt the almost pure white surface give under her bare feet. It felt almost like sand, but it's solid, unbroken surface was more like the tumbling mats she once used in school during cheerleading practice. “What is this stuff?”
Anne chuckled. She asked the very same question when she first came here. “It's a padded synthetic mesh. The island, because of it's location, is prone to get hurricanes during the season. A regular sand beach would eventually wash away and be very expensive to replace.” Her eyes twinkled and she winked at her daughter. “Also, there is no risk of getting sand in undesirable places.”
Kim felt a full body blush heat her skin as her mom's comment reminded her she was standing out in the open fully nude. Having gone to beaches all over the world, she knew that, even wearing a bikini, sand had a tendency to get into places where she didn't want it to go. Sans a bikini, as she was now, it would definitely be worse.
She glanced up at the dots of pink, tan, and brown flesh dotting the distant expanse of white. The temptation to avert her eyes and try to cover her naked body began to manifest. She used the same effort of will that allowed her to take on dangerous missions to slap it down again. She wasn't a child anymore. She could handle this. “Come on Mom. Let's go work on our tans!”
Anne hugged her daughter's slender, bare, body close to her own and smiled. “That's the spirit Kimmie.” She lead her toward a small shack a little further down the beach which appeared to be made of bamboo. “We can get beach supplies here and then pick out a good spot.”
Kim wasn't surprised to find that inside the hut was another automated kiosk. It seemed like the entire resort was almost fully automated. It didn't take much for her to guess the reason. The larger the staff a place like this had, the greater the chances of somebody eventually spilling the beans about who came here, and what they got up to during their stay. According to her mom, the people who did work here were thoroughly screened and very well paid to keep things to themselves.
Anne pressed her hand against a scanner, waited for it to acknowledge her as a guest, then pressed the touchscreen. Hardly a sound was made as the machinery processed her request. A moment later a panel under the screen slid aside to reveal two tote bags and a small cooler. She passed one of the bags and the cooler to Kim. She knew, with both hands full, her daughter wouldn't be able to hide her sexy young body as easily. She picked up the last tote and they went back out into the sun. She wanted to show Kim off to the other guests, let them envy her for having such a beautiful young lover.
Anne didn't know that, as her daughter followed her down the beach, she was having similar thoughts. Kim’s eyes were locked on her mom's firm swaying ass as they approached a small cluster of other nude beach goers. She wasn't quite ready to openly return the gaze she felt coming from them yet, but knew they weren't missing the wonderful view she was enjoying. Her simmering arousal heightened as she realized she wanted them to look, not just at her gorgeous mom, but herself too.
The modesty she clung to for her entire life began to evaporate in the heated air as she came to a stop almost in the center of the scattering of naked people. The last few days opened her eyes to a whole new world and she wanted to embrace it completely. “I think this is a good spot.”
Anne paused and looked back over her shoulder. Her eyebrows raised at the smile on her daughter's face. “Are you sure Baby? We could go down a little further, where there's less people.”
Kim dropped the bag and the cooler to the synthetic ground. She grinned widely. “Absolutely sure.”
A flutter of heat tickled between Anne's legs. She hadn't expected Kim to get into the swing of things so quickly, not without some gentle prodding first. She returned her daughter's grin as she sat her own bag down. Knowing that not only her daughter, but many other people nearby were watching her, she decided to kick things up a notch.
With a supple bend at the waist, Anne reached down and began unpacking her tote. The view she presented to the people behind her was one she knew, from her time as a dancer, sure to show them not only her ass, but also her bare slit in all it's glory. She pretended not to notice the boring gazes she felt as she slowly unpacked the bag.
Kim’s tummy trembled as she watched her mom's daring display. Showing herself off for just her in their suite was one thing, but this was really out there. Total strangers were seeing everything her mother had. Instead of mortifying her, as it would have not very long ago, it gave her a strange feeling. For a very brief moment, she felt the green eyed monster rise within her, only to be stomped down again as she realized she actually liked seeing her mom be so bold and wanton. A new feeling joined her growing arousal, lustful competition.
With a deliberate slowness, Kim slid her right foot to the side. She stared into her mother's eyes as she stopped with her feet just further apart than her shoulders were wide. Making sure there could be no doubt she was doing it on purpose, she bent in exactly the same way her mother was. The morning sun seemed to beat down hotter on her as she exposed the tender pink flesh of her pussy to anyone who cared to look.
Their gaze remained fixed on each other as they unpacked beach towels, suntan lotion, and other miscellaneous items from the totes. All too soon they were done. It was Anne who finally broke the tableau, as she lowered herself to her knees and began spreading out her beach towel.
Kim joined her, laying her own towel right next to her mom's. Her ass still pointedly displayed, just closer to the ground. Barely heard from around them was the sound of people shifting to keep their eyes on the lowered view. She leaned her head in close so she could whisper to her. “Oh wow, Mom. This is so the naughty!”
Anne handed her daughter a pair of sunglasses. She chuckled at the girl's enthusiasm. The quick turn around from shy and embarrassed to blatantly exhibitionistic didn't surprise her too much. After all, anything was possible for a Possible. When Kim set her mind to something she always put her best effort into it. It was a trait that seemed to run in the family. After all, that was how she'd got started with her own exhibitionistic endeavors as “Lil' Red.”
She donned her own sunglasses, and lay down on the towel. “Like mother, like daughter. I'm happy you are enjoying this Kimmie. But, you're missing out on the best part.”
Kim followed her mother's example. She lay on her side, facing her mom, with a questioning look on her face. “The best part?”
Anne nodded as she reached out and picked up a bottle of sunscreen. “Showing off is fun, especially to total strangers, but it's their reactions that make it all worth it. You haven't even looked at the people staring at your sexy little body.”
Her mother was right. She hadn't looked at the people around them. Apparently, there was some part of her still reluctant to see other people naked. What her mom said percolated through her brain. This was all very new to her. Or was it? She remembered back to her time as a high school cheerleader with a new perspective.
At every game she and the rest of the squad performed at, she'd enjoyed the attention from the bleachers full of students and their families as she went through her routines. How their eyes followed every move she made as she danced and flipped and shook her pom poms at them. Now she realized, this was the same thing, just taken to the next level.
It hadn't just been cheerleading either. Now that she thought about it, she'd done the same on her missions too. For years she wore the same outfit of very loose cargo pants and super tight t-shirt. All those times, not letting herself consciously consider her bra-less breasts and perky nipples were on blatant display. Or that anyone who wanted to could get a glimpse of her panties. She put her sunglasses on as she giggled and told her mom about her mini epiphany.
Anne was a little shocked her daughter had been so deep in denial about her own actions, but didn't let it show as she listened to her talk about it. She uncapped the bottle of lotion and smiled at her daughter. “It seems you have some catching up to do. Turn over on your stomach and take a good look around. It's time to give our admirers a real show.”
Kim flipped over as she heard the sound of lotion being spurted into her mother's hand. She cradled her chin on her crossed arms and looked toward the inland side of the beach. She was exceedingly glad for the sunglasses hiding her eyes as she saw a middle aged couple staring back at her. They were about fifteen feet away, she hadn't realized anyone was so close.
She let out a little gasp as the cool lotion on her mom's hands touched the back of her shoulders. Her eyes remained fixed though. She let her eyes roam over the couples' glistening, dark, chocolaty skin. The woman, like her, was laying on her stomach. All Kim could see was the long line of her back and rounded butt. Her eyes were following every move Anne's hands made as she spread the lotion on her back.
The man was a different story. He was laying on his side, giving her a full, unobstructed, view of his body. There was no doubt he was enjoying what he saw. His cock was standing at half mast from his thick, curly, black patch of pubic hair. The size and shape of his twitching member was something she could barely believe. But then, she didn't have much to go on in comparison. She'd only seen three cocks in her entire life.
The first was Ron's. It was during the time the two of them had their minds switched by Dr. Drakken. She'd been reluctant to even touch those little dangling bits the entire time. She still remembered her shock the first time she awoke with morning wood. But so much was her depth of denial of anything sexual, she never even considered taking matters into her own hands. She'd never been so glad to be back in her own body and have that over with.
The second one she saw was just a short time ago. It belonged to Mr. Feeley, the resort manager. It was bigger than Ron's, but nothing like what was in front of her now. Her mom's hands were working down her back when she tore her eyes from the man's member and saw he was grinning at her. Apparently, having the sunglasses on didn't hide the fact from him of where she was looking.
She felt her mother lean down. Heard her speak into her ear.
“You're blushing Kimmie. See something interesting?”
“That man. He's...”
Anne's eyebrows raised as she followed the line of her daughter's gaze. She was greeted with the sight of a thick black pole. A smile formed on her lips as she pressed her hands harder into her daughter’s lower back. “Why Kimmie, I thought you weren't into that sort of thing?”
Kim felt her blush deepen. “I'm not! It's just so...”
“Big? Thick?”
“Different. I've never seen anything like it before.”
Anne giggled. “Just imagine what it's like when it's completely erect. I'll bet it's a real cunt stretcher.”
Kim twisted her neck to look up at her mother's face. “Are you trying to get me to like guys or something?”
Anne shook her head. “It's not that Baby. I just want you to keep an open mind. Just because you prefer pussy, doesn’t mean you can't admire a man's tool. Look at me, I love your sweet pussy, but I also love your father's pocket rocket too. There isn't anything wrong with going both ways Kimmie.”
Kim turned her head back. Her mom's words were a lot for her aroused mind to process. It wasn't an easy task, since her head kept filling with visions of her dad and his imagined, but never seen by her eyes, dick. She loved her daddy more than she could ever express, but until this moment never had any thought of a sexual nature about him. Her confused thoughts were not being helped any by the fact the real cock she was looking at was getting even bigger and harder before her eyes.
In a desperate attempt to avoid thinking about it anymore, she turned her head away. Unfortunately, she found herself looking at even more aroused cocks. Three of them in fact. It took her a few seconds to realize the men they were attached to were paying absolutely no attention to her, or her mother, even though Anne was now working suntan lotion into her butt cheeks.
Had they been clothed and on any random street, she never would have guessed, but they obviously had eyes only for each other. It was their own playful banter, and casual touches that were causing their arousal. It occurred to her she'd never known any gay men in her life. Not that she didn’t have her suspicions about some of them though.
One of her villainous foes sprang to mind. Dr. Dementor. He seemed to be more than a little attached to wearing women's dresses, even though he loudly protested they were “house coats.” Then there was that French guy, Francois. Looking back, she could see the hairdresser was almost a walking cliché. Thinking of him reminded her of someone else. Ron.
Her sight remained glued to the men, who were now becoming pretty blatant about their touching, as she though about her ex-boyfriend. Ron was adamant about his desire to date girls, but some things about him made her wonder. While it was true they never went beyond kissing when they were dating, that was more because of her than him. It was other things that stood out.
Ron acted more than a little effeminate at times. He also had an affinity to women's clothing back to an early age. There was no way she'd ever forget the Halloween they dressed as a cowboy and a fairy princess. Ron enjoyed prancing around in the cute frilly tutu just a little too much. More recently, there was the time she and Ron were trying to take down the shape changing Camille Leon. At one point he'd been thrown into a rack of designer evening gowns. When he reappeared, he was not only wearing one, but somehow found a wig and necklace to go with it.
Anne worked her way down her daughter's legs. While she was enjoying running her hands over her daughter's body in front of an audience, her pleasure was tempered by a niggling distraction. She was worried she might have gone too far in mentioning James, and the whole thing about bisexuality, so soon. She wasn't sure what her daughter was thinking, since she'd gone quiet. She shook it off as she went to work on Kim’s cute little feet and toes.
Kim squirmed as her mom hit a sensitive spot, the bottoms of her feet. “That tickles!”
“Sorry Sweetie. Turn over, it's time to get your front.”
With a twist, Kim slithered around. Doing so caused the three men to disappear from her line of sight, but didn't derail her thoughts. Her mom was starting to work her way up her legs, when she decided she needed some motherly input on her conundrum. “Mom? Do you think Ron could be gay?”
The non sequitur puzzled Anne for a moment. “What brought this on Kimmie?”
Kim inclined her head toward the men to her right. Anne looked over at a sight, not uncommon for the resort, but which would have been totally out of place on a normal public beach. Not to mention illegal. The three men were laying side by side, with the one in the middle gently stroking the upraised shafts of his very close friends. She let her eyes follow the motions of his hands while she contemplated her daughter's question.
“It's a possibility. Ronald has always marched to a different drummer. Why do you ask?”
Kim relaxed under her mother's touch. “I was wondering if that might not have been part of the reason he broke up with me the way he did. I mean, neither of us were getting what we wanted out of the relationship, and it just occurred to me that might have been part of it.”
Anne massaged her way up Kim’s thighs, loving the feel of her firm muscles under the soft padding of pink skin. “If it was part of the reason, I'd say it was a very small one. It was his power going to his head that was the majority of it. You know as well as I do his ego has a tendency to get completely out of control.” She scrutinized her daughter's face closely. “Are you having regrets?”
There wasn't much need for Kim to think about the question very hard. She'd been devastated at first, but couldn't bring herself to wish things could go back to the way they'd been before. Her life had changed too much since then. For the better. She smiled up at her lover. “No. Past is past. Bridges burned and all that.” She sighed as her mom's fingers caressed around her pelvis, coming very close to her bare pussy. “I miss the missions a little. It's weird not saving the day from supervillains anymore, but I think I'd rather concentrate on the future, and the present, for now.”
To demonstrate her point, she inched her legs apart a little bit. “I think you missed a spot, Mommy.”
Anne loved it when Kim called her that. It drove home the taboo nature of their relationship. Even if Kim hadn't been her daughter, she would have relished having her as a lover. That she was, only added that extra bit of spice which inflamed her passion all the more. Only one thing could make it even better right now. She felt herself getting wet as she decided it was time to push Kim down the rabbit hole and show her what kind of wonderland awaited her.
She trailed her fingers along the sides of her daughters bare pussy. Barely touching the sensitive outer lips. “Do you want me to rub your little pussy Baby Girl? Do you want Mommy to touch you like that in front of all these people?”
Kim felt herself beginning to burn, so much was her need. “Yes Mommy. Please touch me.”
Anne grinned mischievously. “I didn't hear you Baby. Say it louder.”
The redheaded teen whipped her head from side to side. She could see the people around her. Somehow they all seemed closer than they had been. There was a young twenty-something couple who she hadn't seen before, who couldn't be more than a couple yards away. “But Mom, they'll all hear...”
The naked woman started to lift her hands from her daughter's body. “I want them to Kimmie. I want them to know exactly who and what we are to each other.” She let her own voice rise a little. “Tell Mommy what you want.”
Kim felt her body shudder with need. She'd do anything to have her mom return her skilled hands to her body, but that? Could she really make it known to a bunch of total strangers they were really mother and daughter? A laugh burst from her as she comprehended their current Sitch. Here she was, naked with her mom on a beach, surrounded by people she didn't know. She'd spent the last few days indulging in all manner of sexual antics with her. What did it matter if these people knew? They wouldn't tell the world. With her mind set and determined, Kim pulled the sunglasses from her eyes. She didn't want to hide anything anymore.
Her voice raised to almost a yell. “I said, I want you to rub my pussy Mommy! Come on. Rub your daughter's hot fucking cunt!”
The sounds of faint murmuring around her were drowned out by the noise of her own excited blood rushing in her ears. Her mom's fingers returned to stroke her pink slit, filling her with unleashed desire. She spread her legs wider as her mom leaned down and kissed her.
Anne pressed her lips to her daughter's, even as her eyes took in the bemused, astonished, and sincerely lustful stares of those surrounding them. She broke the kiss and lifted her voice too. “Anything for you my darling daughter. Mommy is going to make your little pussy really tingle.” She lowered her voice to a whisper as she plunged a finger between her daughter's lower lips. “And Kimmie-Twat? I think you are actually getting better at talking dirty.”
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