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Sharing Too Much	By : FairySlayer Category: +1 through F > Atomic Betty Views: 5957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Originally posted November 17, 2006, 12:21 AM
"Feeling any better, honey?" Betty's father asked while sliding a tray onto her nightstand and flicking on the small lamp. Its dim light was enough for him to find his daughter's shoulder through the covers and begin rubbing her arm as he sat on the bed.
"I guess. I got a little homework done." The young girl stirred and pulled the blanket from over her head. After rubbing her eyes a bit she smiled at her dad and sat up, her open pajama top revealing skin from her neck to her belly while barely keeping her developing breasts covered. Ignoring that, he put his hand on her forehead for a moment to check for a fever, then he ran his fingers down to her cheek and kissed her on the forehead.
"I was going to wake you for dinner, but Kyle was still here and I figured you'd rather sleep until his mom picked him up." He handed her a plate with a bowl of soup on it. "Man, he really wore your mother out today. She's already in bed."
Betty suddenly lost her smile, along with her appetite. "I think she's been feeling bad, too," she hinted, remembering what her mother had said to Kyle about no one spending time with her. She started to put the soup back on the night table and he took it for her.
"Actually, pumpkin, I kind-of wanted to have a little talk with you about that." The rust-haired child looked up at her father curiously with her big green eyes and then smiled shyly. He lifted one knee onto the bed, facing her squarely as he put his hands on her shoulders. "You see, your mother is having some problems right now, and I think a lot of it is my fault. I'm away on sales trips a lot and rushing off for emergency calls when I'm home, so I haven't really been paying as much attention to her as I should. And now that you're older and doing more stuff on your own, I think she feels a bit lonely."
Betty glanced at her bare left wrist and then back up at her dad. "I suppose I can spend more time with her, if that helps."
"Oh, honey, that's not what I meant," he started brushing back her hair with one hand as he explained. "Sure, it's great if you want to, but I didn't mean to make you feel like you had to. It's not your job to baby-sit your parents, especially when you've got so much stuff you want to do. And your mom knows that you love her, even if you two have never been especially close." Betty felt the blood rush from her face as the last part stung her to the core.
As he stroked her hair, his gentle fingers brushed against her ear, sending a warm chill through her tense body. Betty closed her eyes and sighed deeply for a moment before catching herself. "Oh, thought I was gonna sneeze. Stupid cold."
He put his one arm around her back and held her right hand in his, squeezing it gently. "Actually, I think why you're feeling sick might have something to do with this, too. You see, your mother's been drinking a little more than usual lately, even with her morning coffee. She never thought you'd be drinking it too, so…"
Taking him completely by surprise, his little girl started crying uncontrollably. She buried her face in his chest while clutching his sides with her fingers. The redhead desperately wanted to tell him that she'd known after the first day, but every time she tried to get the words out she was overwhelmed with guilt and fear.
"Shhh, it's okay, sweetie. It's not your fault, and everything's going to be better. I know you didn't mean to, and your mother didn't mean for it to happen either. You couldn't have known because Kahlúa tastes a lot like coffee too," he reassured his unhappy little girl. "There's no need to be scared. Everything's going to be all right, I promise."
Betty finally looked up into his eyes, somehow expecting him to be angry, but he only looked sad and worried while wiping away the tears from her face. "Daddy?" The little redhead hesitated and then nearly whispered, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Of course you can, sweetie."
Knocking him back a little as she practically leapt onto him, she hugged her father tightly around his neck. Then she wrapped her legs around his chest so he'd pick her up, but the skinny man could barely get his arms around her back and bottom before sagging forward onto the bed with her. He laughed, "Oh, sorry sweetie. Your old man isn't as strong as he used to be." Then he put his hands on her shoulders and leaned back, taking a long stare at her for a few seconds. "And look at you! You're just about all grown up now. Come on."
The little redhead tried to hide her blushing smile as he took her hands and helped her up. She hung off his arm and leaned into him as they walked towards the master bedroom, her heart beating ever faster as she imagined lying next to him, feeling the heat from his body all over hers. Then she'd press her naked flesh against him, melting into him completely.
"Let's be quiet," he whispered. "We don't want to wake your mother."
Betty let out a wistful sigh as he helped her slip into the middle of their king-size bed, right next to her mother who was laying on her back and snoring softly. Her father went into the bathroom to get ready for bed, leaving the door open a crack so that a sliver of light shot across the bedroom floor and up the wall. The young girl quietly looked over at her snoring mother, noticing the sleep mask covering her eyes, and wondered how little noise or movement might wake her up. Then, while waiting for her father to join her in bed, she rested her own tired eyes for just a moment…

Standing in front of the captain's chair, Sparky glared at X-5 in disbelief. "Are you out of your mind! Maximus is up to something big, the chief's in big trouble, and you think we should pretend we're in a bad cellphone commercial? That's not gonna help!"
X-5 sighed. "Let me explain it again, using smaller words this time."
Atomic Roger intentionally stayed out of it by instead brushing his hair as he checked it in a mirror.
"Since this ship is now composed of a full-time crew, it has a few additional responsibilities," X-5 repeated before holding up a metal claw to stop the green commander from interrupting. "One of those is to perform periodic communications tests which, by definition, are authorized signals, even if they're received by someone on, oh maybe Earth."
Sparky thought for a moment before the realization struck him. "Ohhhhh, I see what you're trying to do, but it won't work, remember? Betty doesn't have her bracelet."
"True, but we know someone who does."
"Well, we only know that someone does," Sparky countered. "And he could report us to Admiral DeGill."
"You honestly don't remember anything, do you?" X-5 wondered loudly, and then inspiration struck. "I'm surprised you forgot how good her cooking is," the robot chided.
"Betty's grandma Beatrixo!" Sparky shouted out. "That must be who DeGill was talking about!"
"Duh!" Atomic Roger muttered, never taking his eyes from the mirror.
"Yes, and there is no person more qualified to help the commander, whether her problems stem from being a Galactic Guardian, something on Earth, or any combination," X-5 finished his explanation. "Besides, there is a one-hundred percent chance that she will do whatever is in Atomic Betty's best interests."
"What are we waiting for?" Sparky called out while jumping into the big chair.
X-5 looked over at Roger, who was spritzing his hair. "As long as he's still willing to help us, despite the admiral's orders."
"So, are you with us, Roger?" Sparky meekly asked.
Roger shoved all of his hair-care items into their case and chirped, "You bet!"
"And you do realize that you'll be in serious trouble if we're caught?" X-5 added.
Roger snorted a laugh. "Hey, whenever one of our own is in trouble, we have to do whatever it takes. I mean, that's what they do in Law & Order: Planet Protectors Division."
"All right, then, let me find a clear frequency and we can begin." X-5 started flipping switches and dials at his station. Then he pointed at Sparky.
The big-nosed lieutenant picked up a sheet of paper and read from it, "This is a test of the Emergency Braceletcast System. If this had been an actual emergency, you would have been instructed to get some prairie dog pie and meet us in the Lobster Nebula to find out how a certain Galactic Guardian really needs your help right now."

The muffled ringing of a cellphone woke Betty up in the darkness, and it took her a moment to remember where she was. She tentatively reached her hand out to her left, trying to feel where her father should have been, but she quickly realized that he wasn't there. She pushed herself up onto an elbow and rubbed her eyes.
"Go back to sleep, honey. I have to take this," her father said before kissing her cheek and tiptoeing out of the bedroom. With a thud, Betty flopped back down and groaned miserably.
Still mostly asleep, her mother rolled onto her side and mumbled, "Oh, feeling frisky, dear?" The blonde woman's hands slid under the young girls arms and around her chest before drawing her close, hugging her tightly. The back of Betty's head pressed into her mother's large breasts as the woman reached into the girl's pajamas. The little redhead moaned contentedly as warm hands slid over her chest and tummy, roughly squeezing and feeling her soft skin.
The covers slid off of them as her mom moved down the bed a little and pulled Betty's bottoms down just to her mid thighs. Then her mother began dragging her middle finger up and down between her daughter's bum cheeks, forcing the digit deeper between her firm buttocks with each pass. Even her mother's long, perfectly-manicured fingernails felt good as they occasionally scraped against the child's tender flesh. Meanwhile the blonde kissed the side of Betty's face and neck wetly before tilting her daughter's head back to face her. Then they slowly began to kiss, each gently pulling on each other's lips with her own. Betty could feel the smooth fabric of the sleep mask against her face as her mom briefly nuzzled her.
The woman suddenly pulled back and rolled the little girl over, pushing her front-down on the bed. Before the redhead knew it, her mom was on all fours, straddling her little legs. The blonde laid her hands on Betty's behind and leaned in with her face, licking the outside of her bum crack from her thighs to her lower back, all in one long, slow motion. Then she started over, but this time she stopped halfway and delicately worked her tongue in between the two cheeks she was pressing together with her hands.
Betty tried to reach back and stroke her mother's face, but being held down in that position made it impossible to bend or turn enough. The best she could do was touch the sides of her mom's head, but she quickly stopped: messing up her poofy blonde hair was the only thing that could make her mother lose her temper. Instead, she opened her thighs what little she could and barely managed to slide her hands underneath her groin. The side of her face pressed into the pillow as she raised her butt enough to tease her clit with one hand while massaging her wet opening with the other.
Working her face ever deeper, mom kneaded the girl's buttocks harder and spread the middles apart with her thumbs until her tongue hit its target. The sudden wet swipe against her pucker made Betty gasp and kick up her lower legs involuntarily. Her feet stopped against her mother's behind, and then she tried to get them inside mom's night gown. Feeling this, her mother paused briefly to yank the nightie up to her waist. Then, before resuming, she blew softly into the girl's wetted crack, sending a chill up her spine.
Wasting no time, the little girl bent one knee as much as she could until her big toe found its way between her mother's pussy lips. With her other foot, she tried to massage up the blonde's voluptuous behind. While resuming the oral assault on her little girl's back door, the woman raised her backside to give the redhead easier access to her dripping pussy.
While her mother's tongue alternately poked and licked inside her butt, Betty fingered herself slowly and tried to find her mother's clitoris with her tiny toes. Almost immediately, the woman pulled apart the girl's cheeks and began frantically licking, kissing and biting from her sphincter down to where Betty's own fingers were pressed deeply inside of herself.
The blonde's thighs clamped around her daughter's foot and she humped it feverishly, moaning and grunting softly to herself instead of servicing her little girl. The redhead also put her needs aside and concentrated on wiggling her toes and flexing her ankle in time with her mother's fierce motions. Betty was even surprised that she could feel where her mother's nub was against the ball of her foot, and her big toe easily massaged the entrance to mom's vagina.
"Oh God yes!" her mother groaned as her head dropped on Betty's bum, bringing them cheek-to-cheek in a different sense. She clenched the girl's heel and jerked the tiny foot around in her snatch like a toy. Betty wondered if her knee would pop because her mom pressed herself down on her foot so hard, but she never stopped wiggling her toes. Suddenly, the blonde stopped her frenzied motions and carefully, rhythmically finished herself off with her little girl's foot. "Ungh! Yeah, that's it… Oh yeah…" she whispered breathily as she came, coating her daughter's foot with even more of her love juices.
As her orgasm quickly subsided, the woman let go and slumped forward, barely spooning Betty again – not even attempting to finish Betty off or even wipe off the girl cum and spit she'd left on her daughter's body. Absentmindedly, mom simply gave her a short lingering kiss before pulling the covers back over both of them. "Good boy," the woman muttered before laying one arm over the redhead's side and falling back asleep.
Betty's arousal faded instantly, and the sounds of her father's footsteps sent a sudden chill of shame through her. She quickly pulled up her bottoms and pretended to be asleep, worrying that he might figure out what had happened in his absence. However, her dad just quietly dressed himself while she stole occasional glances at him in the gloomy pre-dawn light. Fortunately, her few sniffles were covered up by her mother's loud snoring.
He soon left, and a few minutes later she heard his car pulling out of the driveway. Betty realized she couldn't fall back asleep, so she wriggled free of her mother's arm and made her way to the bathroom down the hall, resigned to start her day a little early.

Standing next to Sparky on the bridge of the Starcruiser, Beatrixo sniffed the thermos while X-5 and Roger watched silently from their stations. "I still can't believe it," she said in a pleasant yet gravelly voice. "I mean, I believe you guys and I'm glad you're telling me this, but this just doesn't make any sense."
"Have you noticed anything unusual about Betty recently?" X-5 inquired.
"She seemed fine over the weekend. Maybe a little giddy, which is unusual, but she kind-of let on that she had a crush on someone."
Sparky looked down at his feet, but Roger was anxious for details. "Do you know who?"
"Nah, she didn't want to say and I don't pry, but I'm pretty sure she wasn't thinking about that Dylan kid," Beatrixo said with some uncertainty. "What you've described doesn't sound like it's related to a crush, and I doubt she'd do anything so stupid for a boy, anyway. I just wish DeGill had told me when he suspended her."
X-5 interrupted, "Actually, we thought that he meant you when he told us someone was keeping an eye on her. Who else could he have meant?"
"I don't know and we shouldn't try to find out. Guardians on non-member planets aren't even supposed to know that they have a shadow, in case they're captured or something. And those agents aren't supposed to get directly involved anyway. Just report in if a Guardian is in trouble and maybe help provide cover for their secret identities. Other than that, they keep their distance." Suddenly, she turned to Sparky and smiled. "Hey, you're awfully quiet all of a sudden!"
The purple-haired officer's attention snapped back to the conversation. "Oh, I'm just surprised you're not mad at DeGill now too."
Beatrixo took a deep breath. "Well, if I thought he'd do something to hurt my granddaughter I'd batter and deep fry him myself. But it's not like him to do things without a reason."
"What should we do then?" Roger finally asked.
"I don't know, but we probably shouldn't bring it up with Betty until we know the whole story. In the meantime, I'll have a chat with that daughter of mine and find out what's going on at home," the elder Guardian sighed.
"So we just do nothing?" Sparky complained.
"Now I didn't say that," she cautioned. "But you boys could be in a lot of trouble if anyone finds out what you're up to." Then Beatrixo's expression softened a little before she added, "Though I am grateful she has friends like you looking out for her." The older woman bit her lower lip for a brief moment. "I just wish we knew what DeGill knows. What else did he say to you boys?"
Sparky thought for a moment. "Not much. He mostly just asked us about how she'd been acting recently."
"However, he did place particular emphasis on the incident at Maximus's lair eleven days ago, if that means anything," X-5 added.
"Well, what happened?" was her obvious question.
"We got a fake domestic disturbance call to Maximus's place," Sparky answered in a very matter-of-fact way. "But he just tried to kidnap Betty and replace her with one of her evil clones."
Beatrixo's eyes went wide as dinner plates and she stared at him in disbelief. It took a few moments before she could ask hoarsely, "And you don't think that might be important!"
"Their plan was a complete failure. They managed to separate us and knock Betty out for a few minutes, but she regained consciousness before they could finish trading clothes and putting colored contact lenses in her eyes," X-5 explained. "The chief had already whacked the one who'd taken her clothes senseless and was fighting off the other two when we found her."
Sparky added, "Anyway, it's not like we can't tell the real Betty from those three spoiled little brats. We took Betty's clothes and bracelet and left the imposter in her underwear. And, man, was she ticked off when she woke up!"
"When the three clones were attacking us at once it was easy to recognize who the real commander was." X-5 continued, "After returning Betty to Earth, we turned in the fake red uniform to be examined. That way we'll know if the clones' outfits have any special tricks too."
Roger finally looked up from his preening. "And don't forget about the new DNA scanners at headquarters."
Sparky thought for a moment and asked, "How's that supposed to help if they have the same DNA?"
X-5 answered, "The clones' DNA is mostly Betty's, but the spliced nuclear DNA should be different enough to register."
"Oh, yeah," the big-nosed Guardian answered meekly.
Beatrixo agreed, "I guess you're right. Besides, no one could have faked the way her eyes lit up when she saw me on Saturday"
X-5 sighed, "It would appear that we're at a dead end for now."
"Well, you boys just keep your eyes open and see what you can find out, and I'll go see if I can give my granddaughter a shoulder to lean on." Beatrixo then checked the time on her bracelet before adding, "She won't be back from school for a while, so I'll have time for one more stop."
"To see Admiral DeGill?" Roger asked.
"Nah, it'd be too obvious if I suddenly showed up, but there's someone else who knows the way to a fish's heart through his stomach."
"Ahhh!" Sparky let out knowingly. They all knew whom she was talking about.

"…which shows once again how those born to good fortune often unfairly leech off those who've worked hard for what they have," Betty finished reading before casting a look in Penelope Lang's direction. Only after the words sank in and the rich girl glared back did the redhead hand paper to Ms. Dourly.
"Well, Betty, I have to admit that that's the most original interpretation of The Mikado I've ever heard," the teacher commented as Betty sat back down at her desk. "Still, the report is well written, and it's clear that you understood the material, so I'll give you a B."
At that point the class bell rang, so the kids hurriedly put away their books and started to leave.
"Sounds like Betty wanted Koko to marry his daughter and kill people," Megan scoffed as they walked into the hallway. Sarah started to giggle until she noticed that Penelope hadn't reacted at all to the insinuation.
Noah waited at the door for Betty. "You should have called me last night. You so easily could've gotten an A."
Betty shrugged. "I was in bed all night. I only got it done because I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep."
"Hey Betty!" Dylan called out as he walked over. "So you're all better now?"
Betty turned towards him, blushing as she awkwardly stumbled over her words, "Yeah, much, I think."
"Hi, Dylan," Noah added flatly while looking down at his feet for a moment.
"Oh, hi Noah," the heartthrob answered cheerily before turning back to the redhead. "Anyway, I'm sorry I couldn't find your bracelet, but I'll keep an eye out for it."
"That's okay. I think I remembered where I left it," she answered shyly while trying not to stare into his eyes for too long.
"Oh, good. Say, are you free tonight to work on our project?"
"Uhm, sure!" she blurted and then immediately tried to compose herself again. "Uhm, can we do it at your place? Things are a bit mixed up at home right now."
"No problem. Come over by five and you can stay for dinner if you want," the tall boy answered, cool as ever. "Anyway, we'd better get to class. I'll see you tonight."
"See you," Betty answered, barely able to contain a squeal of delight. With her books held tightly against her chest and her head in the clouds, she quickly turned and resumed walking to the next class with her envious friend.
Noah looked rather upset but still seemed genuinely concerned. "What's going on at home?"
Once again, Betty's elation quickly disappeared. "Oh, Mom's been acting a bit weird lately and Dad's gonna talk to her," the redhead answered without looking at him. "Uhm, tell Mr. Colville I had to stop in the girls' room, okay?" she excused herself while quickly ducking into the bathroom.
"Geez, even without her beeping bracelet," he muttered as he continued on his way.
Only a few seconds later, Betty crept back out into the corridor and quickly went down another hallway towards the principal's office. After stopping to listen at the door for a moment, she popped it open and stuck her head in. The school's resident bully, Duncan Paine, was sitting in the principal's "penalty box."
"Psst, Duncan?"
He looked up at her and snorted. "Betty? What do you want?"
Betty quickly slipped in and closed the door most of the way, leaving just her hand between the door and the frame. "About your high-school friends, I was wondering…" She paused to see if he was even listening, and then the class bell rang again.
"What about them?" he snapped, further encouraging her to hurry up.
"Do you think they could get me some wine or something for ten dollars?" she whispered loudly.
A smirk formed on large boy's face and his eyes narrowed as he stared at the anxious girl for a moment. "Sure," he purred. "Just meet me in the park after school and I'll introduce you to them. Just come alone."
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