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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 Five - Naked Truth - Part One.
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 41: Nana's Revelation.

(Natural Leisure Resort - August 8th, 2008)
Nancy Possible brought the high speed watercraft to a gliding stop just within sight of the island. She climbed out of the operator's seat and exited the control cabin. The larger cabin she entered was filled with neatly stowed oceanographic and rescue equipment. She made her way past the equipment, toward the rear of the cabin. Halfway there, the ship's clock caught her eye. According to the clock it was eight in the morning, local time. After traveling westward for just over six hours, it was almost exactly the same time as it was when she left Orlando. Who said time travel wasn't possible? When a person spent decades collecting highly placed friends, who in turn had access to cutting edge technology, anything was possible.
She had flown for four and a half hours aboard a prototype long range SST to reach Hawaii, then borrowed an old friend’s boat. A fifty foot, dual turbine powered, hydrofoil that was more like a plane than a boat. It was also still a prototype. The friend who loaned it to her had also given her a friendly warning not to scratch it's four million dollar turquoise colored hull.
At the rear of the cabin was the head. On the floor next to the hatch lay her travel bag and purse. Nana thought about his other offer, to accompany her, as she began rummaging through her purse. He was a very capable man, but she didn't want to involve anyone she didn't need to at this point. Finding the small plastic vial of solvent she was looking for, she picked up her bag, stepped into the head, and began to undress. In other circumstances, she would have gladly accepted more help from him. They'd met years ago, when she was still the Director of Global Justice, and he hadn't yet been promoted to the head of the oceanic research organization he now commanded. They'd become fast friends after he caught her ogling his date's butt at a boring Washington, D.C. party. It turned out they had very similar taste in women.
Naked, she picked her clothes up and shoved them into her travel bag. She looked at herself in the mirror. Without the frumpy and figure obscuring clothes she usually wore, her body was definitely not that of a typical ninety year old. But then, she was anything but typical, thanks to the things done to her by Dietrich Hall. She took off her glasses and removed the hearing aid from her ear. Neither were the real thing, but props she used to help hide the truth. Sylvia had always laughed at her, only partially successful, attempts to look her age.
Nana's eyes closed as she reached up and began removing the bobby pins that held her hair up. Pure white cascaded over her shoulders as it fell to the middle of her back. She fought back the sadness she always felt over the loss of her longtime lover. Unlike herself, Sylvia was completely normal. Their love hadn't diminished even slightly as the woman grew older. Even when it became painfully obvious she would long outlive the younger woman. Sylvia’s passing, only two years ago, left a hole inside Nana she knew could never again be filled.
Turning on the shower, she stepped inside with the small vial clutched in her hand. Popping the top on the vial, she slathered a small amount of it's slimy liquid contents into her hair. The chemical reacted with the water, washing out the pure white dye, exposing her natural brownish-auburn color. The hot water also washed away the heavy makeup she usually coated her face with.
In a way she was thankful for the grief Sylvia's death brought. So long had it been a part of her, it lessened the impact of the losses she'd experienced since. Especially the loss of her grandsons. It was bad enough when she thought them killed in an accident, but to find out they'd been murdered? If not for knowing ultimate loss already, she might not have been able to go on. As it was, it gave her the fortitude to not only go on, but to see to it that she could protect the rest of her family. To do her best to keep them from suffering a similar fate.
Looking like an almost entirely different person, she stepped out of the shower and dried off. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a swimsuit she hurriedly purchased in Hawaii. So hurriedly, she hadn't looked very closely at what she'd bought. She almost laughed at the two tiny scraps of fabric and string she held in her hands.
She adjusted her modest, yet still perky, breasts in the top, then tied it into place. It covered little more than her pinkish-brown, upthrusting, nipples. Then she slid the thong bottom up her slender legs and over the gentle curve of her slim, athletic, hips. Once her bare womanhood was ensconced inside it, she looked again at her reflection. There was no denying it. Without the hair dye and makeup, she looked the same way she had since the early seventies. That was when she first realized her already abnormally slow aging process had come to a complete halt.
Up until then, she hoped to keep what Dietrich Hall had done to her in his twisted experiments a secret forever. A youthful appearance could be explained away as just “good genetics.” Truly a laughable thought. As could her strength, agility, endurance, almost obscenely high libido, genetic predisposition for twin births, and all the rest. The changes Hall wrought were extreme, but none so far outside the range of normal they couldn't be hidden.
But looking like she was in her early to mid forties for decades on end? There was no way to keep that a secret forever. Her best efforts so far were already coming up short. She'd begun to see the signs in her sons too. It wouldn't be long before they would begin to seriously wonder about their appearance. Circumstances were forcing her to give up the hope of putting off telling her family.
If this trumped up conspiracy really was related to what happened back in forty-six, they needed to know. Even if it wasn't, she was still ready to tell them. She'd just wait to do it until after their names were cleared and nobody was trying to kill them. Nana felt her mind beginning to dwell on what was happening elsewhere. James was as safe as anyone could be at Farside base. Simon and Jocelyn should be getting to Wade's home soon. She'd spent the entire flight west trying to contact all the names she could on the list of targets. Unfortunately, she knew who only a few were, or how to contact them.
Mego had disappeared from the hospital. She couldn't be sure if it was due to an attack on his life, or something else. The only hard facts she could get out of the doctor she spoke to was that GJ agents were injured and an unknown woman was somehow involved.
She'd tried to contact Sara and Sheldon Director, but couldn't find phone listings for either one. Obviously they had to be related to Elizabeth. Her parents maybe? She just wasn't sure. Betty had never been very forthcoming about her family.
That left her with two names not already marked down as deceased on the list. The first she knew all too well. Shego was a super powered mercenary and thief. Once, like her brother Mego, she'd been a hero, but had turned to evil. Apparently, after the Lowardian Invasion, she'd given up her unlawful ways. Remembering the time she and her boss, the infamous Dr. Drakken, used a mind control device on herself and most of the senior citizens in Florida, she had to wonder if anyone like that could really return to the side of good? She had managed to find a phone number for her and Drakken at a research institute in, of all places, Canada. Calling it only got her a disconnect notice.
Of Yori Yoshiko there was nothing to be found. She'd never heard the name before. The only thing she could say with any certainty was that she wasn't the only Yoshiko on the list, and the other one, Hirotaka Yoshiko, was already dead.
It was the lack of contact from Betty Director that really worried her. It most likely meant her assumption, that Will Du wasn't working alone, was true. If Redmond Tappe were involved, it meant one of two things. Either he was the determinant, or was acting on orders from the U.N. Special Council. It also meant there was a good chance her protégé was already dead. Nana suppressed the thought as soon as she had it. Dwelling on things she couldn't do anything about at the moment wasn't a good idea. Until she knew her granddaughter and daughter in law were safe, she needed to keep her mind in the here and now.
With one last glance in the mirror, her eyes rolled. She might as well be nude for all the coverage the bikini provided. It didn't really matter though. She wasn't going to be wearing it for very long anyway.
Her thoughts turned to the resort as she stuffed everything she was going to need into a small fanny pack and fastened it around her trim waist. When young Mr. Load told her about Kim’s mission, before they parted ways at the airport, only decades of keeping secrets allowed her not to react to the news. It was better he not know exactly what kind of place it was. She, on the other hand, had no illusions about the resort's true nature. After all, she'd become a lifetime member only a few months after the place first opened.
As she maneuvered the hydrofoil into the dock, a feeling of anticipation began to creep over her. Even though her reason for being here, this time, was life or death, she couldn't suppress the heat growing between her legs. Her previous visits, with and without Sylvia, were some of the most intense of her life. By the time she finished tying up to the docks, she was having trouble concentrating due to the flood of sexually charged memories assaulting her mind and body.
When she reached the top of the steps leading up from the docks, she saw a woman in a thin white robe standing near the entrance door. Customary attire for someone who needed to leave the resort proper for a short period of time. Since the docks and helipad were the only part of the resort where such a thing was necessary, coming out to greet new arrivals was about the only reason for dressing in such a manner.
It wasn't surprising someone was here to greet her, even though her arrival was both unannounced and unscheduled. The staff was always on the ball about such things. Given the tight security expected by the members and guests, she suspected the entire island was under constant surveillance by hidden video cameras. A suspicion also fueled by the rumor that the owner of the resort was a dedicated voyeur.
She knew nothing about the man, except that he was male, at least that is how the staff always referred to him. His anonymity was a source of speculation amongst many of the long time members she was acquainted with. Years ago, when she was still with GJ, she'd been tempted to use her vast resources to dig into the matter. She never did though. Such prying, if it were discovered, might have lost her the privilege of coming here.
The buxom strawberry blonde, who looked, even in the full body covering robe like she was fresh off a Paris runway, began walking toward her. “Welcome to Natural Leisure Resort International. A private resort open only to members and paying guests. I am the assistant manager, Helen D'Sac. Please state the nature of your visit.”
Nana opened her fanny pack and dug out her membership card. It was plain white plastic, with only a string of numbers, name, and a bar code on it. Nothing to show it's purpose or function to anyone who might see it outside of the resort. She handed it to the woman with a smile. “Sorry I didn't call ahead, but I happened to have some free time and couldn't resist stopping in for a few days of relaxation.”
D'Sac gave the card a once-over, then handed it back. “Ah. Welcome back then, Ms. Smith. We're always glad to see one of our lifetime members. If you'll follow me, we'll find out if your usual bungalow is available. If not, I'm sure we can find something to your liking.”
Following the woman through the door and down the long hallway filled with lockers, Nana could see a tiny bit of nervousness in Helen's gait. Since she didn't recognize her from any of her previous visits, she figured the young woman hadn't been with the resort long. Stopping at a random locker, Nana scanned her hand and opened it. Within seconds, she had her bikini off and stored inside.
Helen was waiting at the door leading to the lobby, also naked, when she caught up. Together they entered the lobby and went directly to the check-in kiosks. While Helen was confirming that Nana's bungalow was free, a couple emerged from one of the elevators. They giggled as they almost ran across the lobby to the outside door, with the woman leading the man with her hand wrapped around his erect penis the whole way. She had to suppress her own giggle when she noticed Helen was blushing slightly at the sight.
“I take it you are new here at the resort?”
“Is it really that obvious? I've only started working here about a week ago. It does take some getting used to.”
Nana smiled at the confirmation of her appraisal. “I'm sure you'll get into the swing of things soon enough. I was more than a little nervous on my first visit too.”
Her words seemed to comfort the younger woman, who became more relaxed. “Don't get me wrong. I love sex. Anytime, with anyone. That's why Mr. Feeley hired me. I'm just not used to it being so out in the open yet. I had no idea a place like this could be so popular. I only get really nervous when I'm dealing with all the rich and famous people who come here.”
Nana gave her an inquisitive and encouraging look. “Like who?”
“Well, let's see... The prime minister of some African country I can't pronounce the name of, is here with his four wives. Then there is the billionaire heiress of the Greater Texas Fuel & Oil Company, who's been here about a month now.” Helen’s eyes widened. “And believe it or not, I haven't seen her yet, but I've heard that Kim Possible is here too!”
Nana pretended surprise at that bit of news. “The Kim Possible? Really?”
Helen nodded. “Really. A few days ago we had an outbreak of food poisoning, and she delivered the medicine we needed. She's staying here until our regular transport ship arrives. Nobody has seen her though.” The blonde looked around conspiratorially. “Rumor has it she brought her mother with her, and they've been staying upstairs in their suite the whole time.” The look on her face became enviously lustful. “Can you just imagine what they must be up to? I mean, with all the pleasures the resort has to offer, yet they aren't even sampling them. It makes a person wonder!”
Composing her face, so she didn't show any sign of her true thoughts, Nana replied. “I certainly have no idea.”
After a couple more minutes of small talk, the two women parted ways. Nana watched as the assistant manager went out the lobby door. She accessed the kiosk, found her granddaughter's room number, then turned, walked slowly past the elevators, and entered the stairwell. The hedonistic speculation of the blonde made her uneasy. For years, ever since Kimberly Ann reached puberty, she'd hoped some parts of her genetic legacy hadn't been passed down. Or were, at the very least, diluted by Anne's untainted DNA.
The climb up the three flights of stairs gave her ample time to think. From the time Kimberly was born, she'd been about as normal as possible. The only oddity about her young life was her deep friendship with Ronald Stoppable. A friendship that closely matched her own relationship with the boy's grandfather. It wasn't until Kim turned twelve that unmistakable signs began to appear. Her granddaughter transformed from a typical, albeit more rambunctious than normal, preteen to world saving hero almost overnight.
Nana followed the girl's exploits closer than anyone knew. She watched with a critical eye as Kim matured into a teenager. By the time she was fourteen, there was no doubt her granddaughter had indeed inherited many of the physical modifications Dietrich Hall ingrained in her genetic makeup. Yet there still wasn't any sign the girl was any different than any other teenager when it came to sex.
When puberty finally hit the girl, Nana realized there was an unforeseen problem. Not with Kim, but with herself. She began to have feelings and desires for her own granddaughter. That was the impetus for her to decide to remove herself from temptation. She began making plans to move to Florida. The move itself would be one final chance for her to determine just how much the girl was affected. It was by no means a coincidence the move took place right in the middle of spring break.
Her plan began backfiring right from the very start. Kim wouldn't wear the heavy wool sweater Sylvia knitted for her. The twin distractions of her teenage breasts put Nana off her game. She remembered how she'd fallen into automatic grandmother mode to hide her true feelings. Things went downhill from there, with the appearance of Drakken and Shego. In the end, all she got was confirmation that her granddaughter was a superior fighter and tactician. Not once during the entire time had Kimberly shown a single sign of sexual awareness.
She smiled as she got to the last set of steps. She did get one other thing out of it. Just before her family left, she'd gotten a hug from her granddaughter that she would never forget. The feel of that tight teenage body pressed up to her's was...
Nana stopped climbing. What was she thinking? This wasn't the time or the place to be letting her feelings get the better of her, especially those kinds of feelings. She took a few deep, steadying, breaths and hoped she would find the two of them hiding in their room because they were both too shocked by the nature of the resort to come out. She prayed the speculation of the D'Sac woman was completely off.
She took the last few steps two at a time. She needed to find out if Kim and her mother were ok, and get them away from this place, post haste. Just as she was starting to open the stairwell door, she heard voices. She peeked out of the barely cracked door and saw the two women she was looking for. They were just coming out of their room. Naked. Anne's arm was wrapped possessively around Kim’s bare waist. They were looking into each other's eyes as if nothing else in the world existed. The look they were exchanging was one of pure, unfettered, lust.
“So Kimmie... Did you like what we did in the shower?”
“Yeah. It was Spankin'.”
Nana backed away from the door in shock. It swung closed, blocking them from her sight. That one brief moment was enough to set her heart pounding and her legs trembling. She leaned against the wall, worried her knees were about to give way. She was so busy fighting a loosing battle with her own incestuous desires, she almost missed the sound coming from her fanny pack. Her phone was ringing.
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