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The World Must Never Know	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53068 -:- 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 Six - Part One - Family.
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 49: Coming Together.

(Natural Leisure Resort - Whanapokii Island - August 8th, 2008)
The cavernous room was domed shaped, and at least a hundred feet across. The visible portions of it's walls showed naturally smooth stone, evidence of the volcanic forces that formed the subterranean bubble many thousands of years ago. One side of the hemisphere was covered by a gigantic viewing screen, not unlike that of a theater. The difference being, it wasn't meant to be projected on, but was in itself a video screen. At the moment it only showed a vast expanse of gray blankness.
The floor was also man made. A flat expanse of concrete covered by glossy and smooth hardwood. The furnishings were a mixed bag of the permanent and hastily improvised. In the very center was a kind of large lounge chair that faced the screen. Next to it was a kind of control console, covered in myriad buttons and switches. Those, and what appeared to be a mini bar setup, next to the single door, opposite the screen, were obviously supposed to be there.
The table, filled with a freshly prepared buffet, set up next to the bar, had a temporary look to it. As did the scattering of tables and chairs occupying the space between the lounge chair and the door. There was enough seating for about twenty people, even though only three occupied the vast space.
Sara Director held a small towel under the tap of the small bar sink. When it was just damp enough, she turned toward her two children. Sheldon was helping his sister into a chair at a nearby table. Anyone else seeing the well known villain Gemini showing such care and concern for his arch rival would have been incredulous. Given his reputation, most would believe he'd be using her semi-incapacitated state as an opportunity to do her grievous harm. Their mother knew better.
Her son's reputation in underground society for being a sadistic, murderous, brute was more theatrics than truth. His fellow villains would have been very surprised to learn he wasn't so much evil, as driven. They would also be shocked to know he hadn't ever, not even once, until today, killed or severely harmed anyone. It was all an act. From the so-called Chair of Doom, to his finger missiles.
Both were more hype than horror. Props conceived from his love of old spy movies. Smoke and mirrors to aid him in achieving his goal. Little did anyone know that the victims of his Chair were simply hustled off to a small office, where they were ignominiously fired, and made to sign a non-disclosure agreement about it. Or that his finger missiles, though they made big bangs and flashes, were nowhere near lethal. Mostly they just contained either knockout gas or stun charges.
In fact, it was that very flash and bang that led her to find out about the secret both her children were keeping from her. He hadn't realized the prop department of the movie studio he acquired the components for his pyrotechnic missiles from, had been working on a movie she'd been producing. The missing items made her have to change the premise of the movie. Instead of the bombs conceived by the writer, she'd needed to go with something less explosive. And so the Bricks of Fury franchise was born. Her investigation after the fact made her aware of his involvement. The rest was all too easy for her to discover.
She walked over to the table and placed the cool rag on her daughter's forehead. Concern for Betty’s ordeal showed on her face. It was her daughter that put her life and limb on the line. This incident was certainly proof of that. Her children had taken their sibling rivalry to extremes, but it was the girl who chose a path that also put her up against people who were, in every sense of the word, evil. Unlike her mother, Betty had no idea of the reality of her brother's true mission in life, or she might have joined him instead of becoming his opposition. Now that the truth had come out, there would probably be some changes on the horizon.
First though, Sara thought, as she wiped her daughter's pale brow, they had to deal with whatever it was that was going on now. A cold hard look suffused her face at the thought of the man who harmed her daughter. She wasn't usually a violent person, but she felt a vengeful anger building inside her. The man who abused her daughter was lucky her son had been the one to end his life. She wouldn't have been anywhere near as merciful.
Betty reached up and placed her hand over her mother's. “Thanks Mom, but you don't need to worry. Like I said when we were escaping, I'll be fine. I just need to rest for a little while.”
Sara's face softened. She smiled at her daughter. “I'm sure you will, but it's a mother's job to worry.” She turned her head and looked at her son. “Be a dear and get your sister something to eat, she must be famished. I think I smelled soup when we came in.”
Sheldon tried not to let his feelings show on his face, but failed, as he looked the signs of violence on his sister's body. “Yes, Mother.” Hoping his twin hadn't seen the compassion he tried so hard to conceal, he quickly turned and headed for the table laden with food. He didn't realize the very act was an obvious sign of how much he cared. As he ladled soup into a bowl, he decided to side track his worries. “I hope Big Daddy gets back soon. I'd really like to know exactly what's going on.”
Sara looked over her shoulder at him as she thought about the man who'd met them on their arrival. Now that things were calmer, she had the luxury to think about something that was a puzzle to her. From the moment she stepped out of the travel tube and saw him, she'd had this odd feeling that, somehow, she knew him. She'd always been good at remembering faces, but even though his seemed slightly familiar, she just couldn't place it. There had been something in his eyes that said he also had similar thoughts.
“So who is this Big Daddy? Is he one of your villainous associates?”
Bringing the bowl over to the table, Sheldon shook his head negatively. “No. I've dealt with him a few times in the past, but he's more of a businessman than a villain. He deals in information. From what I understand, he's dealt with people on both sides of the law. His only concern is making a profit.” Setting the bowl down in front of his sister, he looked around the room. “I had no idea he worked on such a large scale though. You can be sure the price for the information he gave me today will be steep.”
Betty was hungry. She dipped a spoonful of the hot soup into her mouth, relishing the taste of it. As she ate, she tried not to think about this new, and weirdly kind, version of her brother. Instead, she chose to focus on what he was saying, rather than his actions. Swallowing, she spoke. “He's wanted for questioning about dealing in information that we know was ill-gotten, but nobody has ever been able to pin him down for the actual thefts. Mr. Brotherson has always been something of an enigma.”
Sara felt a pang of recognition at the name her daughter said. Her mind dragged her back to her high school days. Back to when she knew someone with that name. Someone she knew intimately. Then she saw it. Not in the face that she didn't recognize, but in the eyes. The eyes were the same, even if the rest of the man was different from the skinny red haired boy she remembered. One word escaped her lips as she lifted a surprised hand to her mouth. “Brian!”
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Big Daddy stood next to the wall that separated resort from the helipad and docks. His face was lifted to the sky as dark rolling clouds showered him with warm tropical rain. The gray and black coating the evening overhead fit his mood all too well. He watched as two sets of lights appeared in the gloomy sky above. His mind wasn't on greeting his new visitors though. It was back underground, with the woman who hadn't known him.
It was a shock seeing her again. Especially since she'd changed so little from the young girl he'd loved and lost. There'd been no recognition in her eyes when she looked at him. No hint that she remembered what they'd shared. He'd been on the verge of telling her, when he had the same thought that followed him down the years. What if she hates me? That's when his guts had turned to jelly.
He closed his eyes to the fear within himself. She would have to be told, circumstances dictated it. Maybe, he thought with a wisp of hopefulness, it was better that this revelation came about when all the rest of the revelations were flying. Maybe making his cowardice seem less in the face of everything else. That way, maybe, there was a slim chance she might someday forgive him.
When he reopened his eyes, he was a little calmer inside. He could see one of the pinpricks of light had taken on shape. Most people would have been surprised to see an automobile descending from the sky, but not him. He'd seen much queerer in his day.
The night air glowed blue from the retro-rockets of the the van as it descended to touch down in the very center of the helipad. While Wade powered the van down, Shego stared out the side window at the lone figure waiting to meet them. She had no idea he was suffering from almost as much anxiety as she was.
At first, when Wade mentioned where they were heading, it was just a mild shock. Later, after the relief of finding out Hana was ok, she'd had more time to dwell on their destination. Time for her to grasp the full implications. Time for her to realize, if the rumors were true, it was one of the places in the world she couldn't go. Cold fingers of fear poked and prodded her in the stomach throughout the remainder of the flight.
She sat like a stone in her seat, while everyone else got out of the van. She watched silently as her companions approached and began speaking with Big Daddy. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to make herself move. Why? Of all the places in the world. Why here!?
A door in the high wall opened. More people joined the group next to the helipad. A man in a white robe, leading two other similarly dressed men, who carried a stretcher. As they approached the van, she looked at her unconscious brother, who lay on the seat beside her. Knowing she was only delaying the inevitable, she moved past him and opened the door facing away from the dreaded resort.
Though the air was warm, the night felt chilly to her. She walked into the darkness, stopping only when she reached the edge of the helipad. For many moments, while Mego was unloaded from the van, and placed on the stretcher, she stared out, past the empty docks below, at the barely seen waves of the ocean. Her thoughts seemed to flow as slowly as a glacier.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed, when she felt a presence beside her in the dark. There was no need for her to look at him, to know it was the owner of the very exclusive nudist resort. More than a few times in the past, she had dealings with Big Daddy Brotherson. She earnestly wished she didn't have to deal with him now.
Big Daddy saw his granddaughter bite her black painted lower lip. The worry on her face was plain to see. Her body was trembling beneath her black and green costume. His own worries took a back seat as he thought about her little problem. The problem he was sure plagued her now. Only three people in the entire world knew. Shego, of course, Elizabeth Director, and himself. Her mother had known, along with a certain doctor, but both were now deceased.
He knew she thought of herself as a freak. Knew the great pains she went through to live an almost normal life. If having green skin and being able to throw fireballs could be considered normal, that is. Knew what she'd given up in fear of anyone finding out her secret. He also knew beyond doubt that, like her half sister had so recently done, it was time she confronted and accepted the truth that was herself.
Big Daddy took a deep breath. He knew what he was about to do was tantamount to taking his life in his hands. He spoke softly. “Don't you think you should join your companions... Shelly?”
The tropical night became tinged with green. Scorching hot flames danced around Shego's hands as she turned, whiplash quick, and faced the man beside her. “How in the fuck do you know my real name!?”
He took an unsteady step back from the radiating heat of her anger. “I know many things about you. Information, after all, is my business.” The anger on her face, though frightful, was a good thing. It took all his will, but he knew he had to prod it. “I also know why you are hesitant to accept my hospitality.”
Shock snuffed her flames more effectively than water ever could hope to. He spoke fast, knowing he had little time to take advantage of it. “Rest assured, I have no reason, or desire to share what I know.”
Shego's hands dropped limply to her sides. There was only one person who knew about her condition. Was there some way this man had forced the information from her? She shook her head and sighed. No. That couldn't have happened. Betty had kept her secret for eleven years. Upholding her promise to never tell a soul, even when her own life had taken a turn to the dark. Assured he hadn't found out from her, Shego was left in a quandary. How could he know?
“What game are you playing? What do you want to keep your silence? How the hell did you find out?”
“No games this time. I would not sell this information for any amount of money. As for how I know, that will be revealed very soon.” He held out his hand to her. “Come.”
She twisted her head, looking over at the wall. “I can't.”
He grinned at her. A step in the right direction had been taken. “There is no need to worry. We aren't going to the resort itself. We're just going to my private rooms beneath it. There won't be any need for you to disrobe.”
Shego snarled at him, even as she took his hand. “Why the fuck didn't you say so in the first place!?”
The calm night air fluttered around them. A voice, filled with laughter, came from above. “Probably because he enjoys playing mind games. I know his type. He is not unlike the trickster demons of my world.”
The two of them stared upwards. Large wings, blacker than the night, lowered a slender body toward the ground. Even further above, they could barely see three parachutes, making a slower descent. Winking red and white lights of an airplane were passing into the distance.
Hana's feet touched the ground. As she furled her wings to her back, she saw the shock and incomprehension on the faces of the two people in front of her. She dismissed the man as unimportant, for the moment. Instead, she grinned at the woman as she rushed forward and clasped her arms around her.
“Oh, Shego! You have no idea how many years I've waited to be in your arms again!”
The green hued ex-villainess was used to dealing with a lot of things on the fly, but on top of being in the middle of some kind of deadly witch hunt, her problem, and having Big Daddy in the know about it, this was more than she could handle with her usual aplomb. She tried to push the demi human teenager away. “Get the fuck off me! I don't know who or what the fuck you think you...”
I took quite a bit of effort for Hana to resist, but she held on to the woman. Leaning her head forward, she whispered into Shego's ear. “There's no need for you to see anymore of this right now.”
Shego gasped. It was her own words. Words she'd spoken to a traumatized child. Words nobody else living had been there to hear.
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Kim's ponytail bobbed as she turned to look at the woman who'd spoken. Two simultaneous thoughts sped through her brain, racing to see which one would pierce through to her conscious mind first. Due to her recent discovery of her sexuality, and the last few days of exploring it in any way she could, one thought had a distinct advantage.
“Wow! What a hottie!”
Then the other thought caught up.
“Nana!?”
Recognition came easy for her, mostly because of all the old pictures of her Nana, her mother kept in her beloved family photo albums.
Anne was only slightly less surprised by the appearance of her mother in law. That the woman was nude, only served to remind her of all the times she'd seen her that way in the past. From the first time they met, their relationship had been a sexually charged whirlwind of secret pleasure. Her and James' marriage bed had included her, and her lover Sylvia, and her brother in law Slim, from their wedding night on. It lasted right up to the day she found out she was pregnant with the twins.
Seemingly overnight, Nana got old. Her hair turned white and she claimed menopause as the reason she'd no longer be taking part in their bedroom antics. The loss of her and Sylvia in their bedroom games had been a real downer. After that, they grew as friends. The love was still there, just not in a physically satisfying form.
Anne licked her lips at the sight of the woman returned, how and why she didn't know or care, to her former lust inducing glory. For a brief moment, she thought about the expression of shock on her daughter's face. She mentally shrugged it off. A lust that had been simmering for years took over her mind. She took a step toward her mother in law, wrapped her arms around her and kissed her with a passion she hadn't been able to express for the woman in a very long time.
Nana expected a lot of things from this encounter. The shock of recognition in her granddaughter's eyes was one of them. The actions of her daughter in law, were not expected. As she felt the woman's soft flesh press against her own, tasted the heated pleasure of her lips once again, she realized, she probably should have expected it.
It had been a sad day for her, when she finally decided she needed to hide her unnatural lack of aging from her family. Giving up their shared intimacy was one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do. Only with Sylvia's help had she managed to accomplish it. So briefly that it was like the passing of a breeze, she remembered why she was here. What she had to do. The thought dropped away as she fell into the kiss. Let it bring back memories and lusts, long denied. Her arousal grew as she thought about the newest dimension in this old relationship. She wasn't just kissing her daughter in law, she was kissing her very own granddaughter!
Perplexity froze Kim's face. Her eyes widened at the incredibly hot sight of her mother and her Nana exchanging the kind of greeting reserved for the most intimate of lovers. Her mind went into dizzying spirals, trying to make what was happening resolve itself into any kind of sense. Her Nana was young! How could this be? She was making out with her mother! Why?
Bits and pieces of thoughts tried to fit themselves together in her mind. Years of dealing with mad scientists gave her a sudden insight. Somebody had done something to her Nana. Made her young again. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. She could clearly remember when Drakken used his mind control thing on her Nana and her elderly friends. Obviously, her Nana had come here seeking her help to fix things again.
That didn't explain the the passionate lip lock though. That her mother would do this, didn't phase her one bit. She knew, very intimately now, just how much of a lust crazed sex fiend the woman was. But her Nana? Maybe whoever had made her young had done more to her? Made her lust crazed too. That would explain it. Her swirling thoughts began to coalesce. They came together to a fine point in the foreground of her mind. The shock of what was happening began to wear off. Only then did she recognize something else that was building inside her.
Need. Desire. Want.
She watched for a few moments more. Taking in the sight of them swapping spit and dueling tongues, their lips moving together with unfettered passion. She knew, deep down, she'd help her Nana out... But first...
“So, Nana. Don't I get a kiss too?”
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