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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 Two.
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 42: Nana's Secret.

(Natural Leisure Resort - August 8th, 2008)
Nana felt herself pale as she held the phone to her ear and listened to the voice on the other end. Though it was charming and pleasant, the message it gave her was little more than a sugar coated threat. It informed her of what she absolutely must do in order to keep from suffering a hideous fate. Then, like a forked tongued serpent, it changed tactics and began to promise her great rewards. All she had to do was surrender herself to it's seemingly harmless demand and switch carriers from Global Telephone & Telegraph to...
She closed the phone with a snapping sound that echoed down the stairwell. There was nothing she hated more than automated phone advertisements. It was like they knew when she was expecting an important call. She closed her eyes and resisted the urge to toss the phone down the concrete stairs and let it smash itself to pieces.
After a few moments she opened her eyes. Rather than give in to the more satisfying option, she set the phone to vibration mode. She really wished Simon would get to Mr. Load's house, so he could call on a secure line and let her know they were ok. She tried to compose her thoughts after the unwanted distraction. There was little she could do to help them right now. A thin, determined, smile crossed her lips. She had to believe they would make it there safely. After all, anything was possible for a Possible.
More than anyone else, she understood the truth behind her late husband's favorite saying. He'd passed it down to his children as a kind of family motto. Even now, the saying calmed her. It gave her the determination to suppress the feelings inside her, and focus on doing what she needed to do. She had to concentrate on why she was here, and deal with what she just saw in the hallway.
It wasn't a secret, where Kim’s last mission took her. That meant there was a good chance someone could show up here, looking to do her and Anne harm. It was up to her to see that they were safe. She had to put aside everything else and focus on that. From what she just saw in the hallway, and her reaction to it, it was going to be a task of herculean proportions. She flipped open the phone again and tapped in a code sequence Anne had given her years ago. One she never thought she would need to use.
The screen on the phone changed to a map grid. A tiny point glowed. Numbers at the bottom of the screen showed her both the distance and direction of the point of light. Kimberly's tracking implant was coming in clearly. Her memory of previous visits to the resort told her the dot representing her granddaughter was already a fair distance from the building, and if she was right, it was moving toward the beach.
By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, and entered the lobby again, her determination to suppress her feelings was already beginning to falter. The vision of the two naked redheads kept forcing itself to the front of her mind. She couldn't blame Dietrich Hall for her attraction to women, that was all her. What she could blame on Hall, was the twisting he'd done to those completely natural feelings.
As she passed through the empty garden area, heading toward the path leading to the beach, obvious facts glared her in the face as brightly as the tropical morning sun. Foremost was the proof her granddaughter was a lesbian. For a brief moment, as she stepped onto the tree shaded path, she wondered if her own sexual orientation had been passed on. She shook her head as she walked past one of the lanes leading to a lounge area. That was a whole different can of worms. Besides, she had good reason to know neither of her sons had any homosexual tendencies whatsoever.
She paused and backtracked to the side path, feeling a memory bubbling up from her past. Adjusting the wooden marker for privacy, she hurried down the smaller path, to the clearing at the end. With an urgent leap, she flung herself onto what all the members of the resort called a “Fuck Pad”. Her hands groped and kneaded their way across her bare flesh to her rapidly moistening cunt as she let the memory have it's way with her.
She stood in the doorway of the house, watching her twin teenage sons pedal their bicycles down the driveway. “Be home by seven for dinner!”
Energetic waves were all the reply she got as they rode down the block. Since it was Saturday, she knew they needed the reminder. Otherwise they would get so caught up playing Creatures and Catacombs with their friends, Lontaine and Elliott, they would completely forget. Going inside, she shut the front door, and immediately realized she was completely alone in the house. Sylvia was out of town at a two week sales seminar for her job, and June was at band camp.
Heading into the kitchen, to clean up the disaster left in the wake of her son's inhaled, more than actually eaten, breakfast. She wished Sylvia were home to help her enjoy the whole day of childless freedom. Her lover had been gone for a week and she was already feeling the desperate need to fulfill her body's urges. One look at the mess in the kitchen, combined with the knowledge she wouldn't be disturbed by anything short of a, somebody is trying to take over the world, emergency at work, was all it took to make her decide to put off cleaning and take some “me” time.
Spinning on one bare foot, she turned toward the master bedroom, she shared with Sylvia ever since her husband passed away last year. There was an anticipatory smile on her face. She already had her modest ankle length housecoat unbuttoned before she reached the bedroom door. Shrugging it off, she flung it on top of the hamper. Wearing only the short, and very sheer, black baby-doll nightie Sylvia gave her for Valentines Day, she headed for the closet. After opening the folding doors, she turned on the light and reached for the step stool she kept up against the wall next to the shoe rack. It wasn't there.
A quick look around was all it took to spot it leaning up against the opposite wall. She shrugged as she unfolded it. Sylvia must have moved it. Climbing the short ladder, she reached up to the high shelf and felt for the shoe box containing their private stash. The short nightie rode up as she did, exposing her bare, and already wet, pussy to the empty room behind her. Her growing excitement turned to puzzlement as she shoved a spare bedspread to the side and saw the empty space where her and Sylvia's cache of naughty visual aids should be.
Within a minute the entire closet was empty. A pile of clothes and miscellaneous items lay on the bedroom floor. Her frantic search turned up neither the cardboard box, or it's contents. She wondered, very briefly, if Sylvia might have taken it with her, to ease her own lonely nights? No. That couldn't be the case. If she had, she would surely have mentioned it in their daily phone conversations.
Her eyes widened as she had a very worrisome thought. She didn't bother taking the time to don her housecoat as she ran out of the bedroom and up the stairs leading to the second floor. She fervently hoped she was wrong as she pulled open the door to the bedroom her thirteen year old sons shared.
She looked at the unmade bunk beds, piles of dirty clothing strewn on the floor, encyclopedias and scientific magazines stuffed every which way in the much too small bookshelf. It appeared completely normal. Her heart beat fast as she moved to the center of the room.
“Now, if I were a couple of thirteen year old boys, where would I...?”
Heading straight to the beds, she dropped to the floor and looked underneath the bottom bunk. There, between some balled up socks, and what might once have been a half eaten sandwich, was the box. She pulled it out and flipped off the lid. The seductive face of a nude woman greeted her from the cover of a magazine she picked on her last trip to Europe. Upending the box, she spilled the contents out on the carpet. She gasped, letting out the breath she'd been unknowingly holding, when she saw the Polaroids were missing.
A quick search turned up the photographs under the pillow of the top bunk. She stared at the pictures Sylvia cajoled her into posing for. What had she been thinking when she agreed..? Well, she knew exactly what she'd been thinking at the time. With a sigh she began thumbing through them, just to make sure they were all there. It didn't surprise her when she found that the picture of herself bending over the kitchen counter, and the one of her on the living room couch with her ankles tucked behind her head, were stuck together with something she knew wasn't glue.
Sitting down on the floor, she looked at the open box. One question filled the entirety of her mind. “What am I going to do about this?”
At precisely seven o'clock, she stood in the living room wearing a pure black jumpsuit. The kind GJ used for stealth operations. She just finished putting on a pair of black gloves, and was tucking her hair under her, equally black, watch cap when the door opened. Her sons entered, in a deep discussion of the tensile strength of something called mithril.
As soon as they saw her, she placed her hands on her hips and sighed. “Sorry boys. I got an emergency call. Your dinner is in the oven.” She strode past them and out the door. While swinging it shut, she added. “Oh! And clean your room before you go to bed. It's becoming a pig sty!”
She hurried to her car, climbed behind the wheel, started it, and pulled out of the driveway. In only a few moments, she was parking it on the next block over from her house. Pulling the cap down so it covered all but her eyes and mouth, she ran through a neighbor's back yard, flipped over the fence that separated it from her own back yard, and began climbing the tall oak tree right next to her house.
In less than three minutes after shutting the front door, she was crouched on a branch, shrouded in darkness, only inches away from the partly open window of her sons' bedroom. All she had to do now was wait. Soon her boys would, unwittingly, tell her if their actions were just normal teenage curiosity, or something else. Something she worried about for years.
Only a half hour later, her worst fear was confirmed. Both Simon and James were sitting on the bottom bunk, side by side, with their pants and underwear down around their ankles. Their hands jerked up and down on their rock hard teenage cocks as they passed the pictures of herself back and forth between them. The open window let her hear them voice their incestuous fantasies about her.
Simon pried apart the two pictures that were stuck together. “Man! The way she's bent over in this one? It's like she's inviting me to fuck her from behind!”
James reached out and plucked the other one out of his hand. “This one's my favorite. You can see everything! Damn, I want to fuck mom's pussy so bad it hurts!”
“Yeah! Every time I'm close to her, I feel like I need to do it to her. It's so hard to resist!”
“If only she wasn't a lesbian! Then, maybe, we'd have a chance!”
Simon groaned as he shot his seed into the air. “Even if we could just, you know, touch her. I really thought we had a chance last week!”
James followed suit, spending his cum directly on the picture he held in his hand. “Maybe, if we play our cards right, we'll get the chance to at least see her naked tomorrow!”
Grabbing a sock off the floor, Simon began cleaning himself. “You still want to try it?”
His brother nodded as a final shot from his young cock finished coating the photograph of his lewdly displayed mother. “It can't hurt to try can it? Look. If she gets mad or something, we can just say it was all a joke, right?”
The boys shared a grin. “Right!”
She'd heard enough. Seen enough. Knew, without any doubt, her sons had inherited that most unwholesome desire implanted in her genes by Hall. Silently as she could, she lowered herself down out of the tree. In just a few moments she was seated in her car, thinking furiously. Now that she knew, she had to find a way to defuse the situation. It wasn't going to be an easy task, she thought, as she sat in a growing puddle of her own aroused wetness.
Never before had she thought of her sons in such a way. Hearing their words, seeing the proof of how much they wanted her, that changed everything. Even though she knew it was due to Dietrich Hall's meddling, she couldn't repress the temptation she felt. Like called to like. Just as Hall intended. It didn't matter that she preferred women. Didn't matter that she loved Sylvia with all her heart. She was just as trapped as her sons. Once again, her mind was filled with a single question. “What am I going to do about this?”
Her hand slipped into the top of her pants and she unabashedly fingered herself as she waited for her sons to go to bed for the night. Hours, and many guilty orgasms, later the lights in the house finally went out. She drove back around to the front of the house and entered as quietly as she could. Once she was ensconced in her bedroom, with the door securely locked, she picked up the bedside phone and called the only person who would understand what was happening. The only person in the world, besides herself, that knew everything. Sylvia.
By the time Sunday dinner rolled around, she was ready. Thanks to Sylvia’s understanding, and her surprising, but useful, advice, she knew exactly what she was going to do. She also knew, after talking it out with her kinky lesbian lover, what her sons had been alluding to as they expended themselves to her image the previous evening. Family game night.
It was SJ's idea originally. Every Sunday the family would get together and spend some quality time playing board games and the like. Each member of the family would take turns choosing what game would be played the next week. The week before last had been James' turn to choose a game. He broke from his usual choices of Scrabble or Monopoly. Instead he chose a game that was usually only picked by his sister. Twister.
She hadn't even known she was foiling her sons' lecherous plan to grope her, when she volunteered to be the one who sat out to spin the spinner. Now she knew why their enthusiasm to play waned as the game went on. When they stopped, it was Simon's turn to pick this week's game. He'd chosen Poker. She was positive she knew just what version of the game her son was going to suggest too.
Watching the boys clear the table, rinse the dishes, and load them into the dish washer, everything appeared normal. It wasn't. They weren't. Nor was she. It was something she began to embrace when she accepted Gideon's proposition and joined Global Justice. What Dietrich Hall did to her was unspeakable. It couldn't be undone. On the day the president was assassinated in sixty-three, she decided to foil his plan in the only way she knew how. She turned his evil plan into a force for good.
She stood up from the empty dinner table and went to the cabinet where the games were stored. Tonight she would embrace what else the demented Nazi did to her, and through her, to her sons. Just because he hadn't given her any choice, didn't mean she couldn't at least try to make the best of it.
Pulling out the deck of cards, she turned to look at the boys. “That's funny. I could have sworn the poker chips were in here somewhere. Oh well. I guess we'll just have to bet something else.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “Any suggestions?”
Nana's widespread legs twitched. Her slender ass lifted from the soft surface as she sprayed her orgasmic juices all over the Fuck Pad. The intense orgasm tore her out of her memory and left her shaking under the hot tropical sun.
A few minutes later, she was glad she'd taken the time to release some of the pent up need growing inside her. She found herself back on the main path, and her thoughts back on the immediate problem. Kimberly Ann.
Something had changed. Sometime between the last time she'd seen her granddaughter and now, Kimberly's genetically enhanced libido had kicked in. The way she looked at Anne left no doubt of that. It also left no doubt in her mind as to what had happened between the two redheads. Maybe it was recent, or maybe it had been going on for some time, but it was clear that Kim’s unnatural desires caused her to seduce her own mother.
Nana came to a dead stop as she left the path and stepped onto the man made beach. Her imagination slapped her upside the head with an image of the two redheads in a passionate embrace. The thought that came along with it, caused her to whisper toward the distant rolling waves, as her so recently sated desire beginning to make itself felt again. “Can't blame her one bit. Anne's a damn sexy wench.”
She walked to the beach supply hut and began ordering from the kiosk. In less than a minute she was wearing a large, floppy, sun hat. Something she was thankful the resort didn't consider clothing. A pair of sunglasses hid her eyes. With a beach towel in one hand and a small basket in the other, she went in search of Anne and Kim.
Looking at the small, and scattered groups of people on the beach, she was completely unaware that all thought of the dangerous situation they were all in, had fled her mind. All she could think about was satisfying her growing curiosity about just how far the incestuous relationship between Kim and Anne had taken them. That, and her equally growing lust.
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