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Revelation: Ch 7

Ron woke up first the next morning in Kim’s bedroom, cautiously untangled himself from his redheaded Girlfriend and snuck down to the bathroom to take a leak and a quick shower. When he arrived back in the loft room he found Kim sitting at her vanity. She was still completely naked, smiling brightly, humming and brushing her long red hair.

“Morning KP, the bathroom’s all yours,” Ron chimed as he gave her a peck on the cheek and playfully rubbed his hand over her still sex smeared nether region. “I suggest you might want to wash off yesterday’s activities before we start all over and get messy again.”

“Good Morning yourself. That’s an excellent idea,” Kim answered with a lustful groan, giving in to Ron’s minor ministration. “Either that or I can just wait until I’m covered in your cum from head to toe and think of it as my new battle suit.”

“Impervious to all things except my invading cock, I hope?” Ron laughed as he inserted a finger then two into her warm wanting quim. “We may have to test that theory out.”

“Hey,” Kim chided as she slapped his dancing digits away and stood up, “you’re cock is not an invader. It’s a welcome friend in the Kim Possible body of love, always and forever more.” She gently sat Ron down on the chair and fondled his cock and balls. “But right now I’m feeling revitalized and I think I’ll use some of my cheerleading moves to prove my point. I just need you to get a hard on, please and thank you.”

Kim took a few steps back then bent forward until her hands were flat on the floor as if she were doing a stretching move to limber up. She deftly kicked her legs up until she was performing a handstand with her legs perfectly straight up in the air. “Kim?” Ron asked questioningly as his dick dutifully stood at attention.

“I think it’s time for a little Sixty-Nine action,” Kim answered and hand-walked back over to him, swinging around to face Ron and place her pussy lips near his face. She pushed off with her hands which landed on Ron’s legs and lowered herself in an inverted push-up. Kim deep-throated Ron’s once again engorged pecker in her mouth.

“Ooooo, it looks like a taco,” Ron enthused and smashed his mouth on her flowering lower lips. They licked and slurped for a few minutes until they both came hard, gushing copious amounts of love juice into the other’s waiting mouth.

Kim back flipped away to a stand position and wiped her mouth on her arm. “That was a delicious way to start the day but I guess I should take a shower.” She gave Ron a brief kiss and headed for the loft entrance. “I’ll just be a minute.”

Beep Beep Be Beep

Ron went over to Kim’s desk, picked up the old blue Kimmunicator and turned it on. Wade Load appeared on the screen, sitting at his desk fully dressed, with a scowl on his face. “Hey Wade, Kim’s in the bathroom. What’s the sitch?”

“Ron,” the youth grumbled and took an swift, angry slurp on his ever-present cup of soda. “There’s no real sitch so to speak. I was just checking up on you and Kim since I couldn’t get a hold of either of you yesterday after she returned from Burbank.”

“Yeah,” Ron laughed nervously and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, “we were kinda busy all day.”

“Doing what?” Wade snapped back, obviously in a foul mood.

“Doing what all teenagers do when they have a clear understanding of the Cartoon World they live in and a beautiful, naked Girlfriend by their side,” Ron jokingly answered before his mood changed to a serious tone. “You’re of ill temper today, Wade. What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

“Ron,” Wade exhaled a large breath, settling down a bit, “has it ever occurred to you that I’ve been sitting here, all alone in my room, for the last four years? Have you ever thought of coming over to say hello and maybe just talk to me in person?”

Taken aback, Ron stared at the image on the watch screen for a few seconds before he answered. “If I remember correctly, I did come over to your house last Valentine’s Day and we both know how that turned out. So…”

“But I‘ve never visited,” Kim chimed in as she came into the room with a towel wrapped around her hair and nothing else on. “I apologize for that, Wade. I’ve always wanted to see your room and just chat but I‘ve never been invited over.”

“You’re right guys,” Wade sighed and scrubbed his face with both hands before looking back into the web camera. He took a quick sip of soda before he said, “I guess I’m just a bit anxious with the end of the show and all that. I mean, what’ll I do now that there are no more missions to send you on… No more gadgets to create or…” he let out with another heavy sigh, “…I never got a chance to start the battle suit I was going to build for Ron.”

“My own Battle Suit?!” Ron yelped in glee. “Wade, you are the Man!”

“Thanks Ron,” Wade beamed, evidently in a better mood as he began to type furiously on a keyboard in front of him. Video of the final fight between Ron and Warhawk started to stream on the screen. “I was even going to take your Mystical Monkey Powers into consideration with the internal systems. I was finally able to analyze the properties of the mystic forces and compensate for certain variables…” He was cut off by Kim.

“That’s all very interesting and scientific Wade,” the redhead stated as she peered over Ron‘s shoulder to watch the video of the battle for the first time since it happened. “Why don’t you go ahead and build the suit anyway.”

“Really?” both Wade and Ron asked at the same time. The screen image switched to Wade who had stopped his typing to stare at Kim, but added, “Jinx Ron. You owe me a soda.”

“Maaaan!” was all Ron could come up with.

“There’s no real reason to built the battle suit now that there are no more bad guys to go up against,” Wade stated and quickly took another slurp of soda.

“Yeah KP,” Ron said in disbelief as he turned and handed the Kimmunicator to Kim. “Beside, I thought we weren’t gonna get dressed unless someone brought up that we’re walking around Middleton without any clothes on?”

“That’s true,” Kim giggled as Ron playfully ran his fingertips up and down her sides. She brushed his hands away and became serious as she lovingly cupped Ron‘s cheek with a hand. “But I still want to stay in shape. If you have a super suit we’d be more evenly matched when we spar.” Kim returned her attention to the Kimmunicator screen. “But there’s another matter that needs to be addressed Wade. You need to get out and meet more people. That is unless you‘re agoraphobic like I think you may be.”

“Yeah,” Ron added. “Or if you’re afraid of going out in public and being embarrassed or something.”

There was a beep on Wade’s end of the conversation and he turned his attention to another monitor as he continued to talk to the naked couple. “Ron, that’s what agoraphobic means.” His face lit up as he read something on the other monitor. “But I don’t think that’ll be a problem now. I just got an e-mail from my Girlfriend and she wants to get together today.”

“You’ve got a Girlfriend?” both Kim and Ron begged in astonishment.

“Since when?” Kim queried, forgetting about the jinx out of shock. Ron was so stupefied, he too missed the jinx.

“I’ve been on-line dating someone for four years now, since the beginning of the show,” Wade laughed as he sat back in his seat, crossed his arms behind his head and stretched out.

“Whose the lucky lady?” Ron begged coyly. “Is it Olivia from last Valentine’s Day? Is she still using the old Bun Warmer slash Love Ray?”

“I finally found a way to counteract Olivia’s Love Ray and I’ve never seen my online Girlfriend in person or on the computer since she never uses a webcam,” Wade said as he sat up and took the soda cup in hand. “I only know her by her screen name, FlanGirl, but I‘ve already guessed who she is. She and I met in one of the Super Genius dating sites on the Internet. I‘ve discovered she lives here in Middleton, is blond and is the same age as you two.”

“Who do we know that’s blond and loves flan?” Ron begged in confusion, scratching his head.

“A blond genius whose our age?” Kim said in amazement which quickly turned to realization and disbelief. “Noooooo!” she uttered low.

“Yep,” Wade chirped and took a drag from his ever full soda cup. “Justine finally wants to meet in person. She wants us to get together for pizza and a movie and discuss our show and it’s implications on the young female audience of today.” He started typing on the side keyboard, responding to Justine Flanner‘s e-mail. “I guess that means I won’t be able to get started on Ron’s super suit immediately.”

“Aw Maaaan,” Ron whined loudly in disappointment. “No super suit for the Ronster!”

“I’ll still work on the super suit when I can and let you know when it’s ready Ron,” Wade laughed at his friends disappointment. “When it’s finished you and Kim can come over and take it out for a test spin.”

“We’ll see you sometime next week Wade,” Kim laughed and turned off the Kimmunicator. She took the towel off her head and fluffed out her hair which fell into its usual perfect style, then turned to her blond Beau. “Well, what do you want to do today? The only appointment we have is with Tinkerbell this afternoon at the beach.”

“I think we should go snowboarding,” Ron perked, snapped his fingers and a snowboard with boots permanently attached to it appeared in his hands.

“If we do,” Kim coyly stated with a smirk, “then I thinks we should dress appropriately.” She snapped her fingers and the two teens were suddenly wearing knit stocking caps and scarves, but the rest of their bodies remained unclothed.

“Just to make the ride interesting…” Ron held out the snowboard in one hand and snapped the fingers of the other. The snowboard immediately changed. It doubled in width and had two sets of boots and binding attached, facing each other. “…Maybe we can combine two activities into one.”

“Fucking while going downhill,” Kim purred and, seeing Ron’s manhood come to attention, jumped into his arms. “I like the way you think.” Kim swiftly mounted her Ron, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist as her pussy began to grind his man-meat. “But first we need some breakfast. It‘s the most important meal of the day.”

“I like the way you think KP,” Ron laughed and began the walk downstairs to the kitchen, jolting Kim’s impaled pussy and rupturing a hymen or five on his stiff rod as he walked down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen.
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“Hi Mom, Hi Dad,” Kim grunted in bliss as she hump her Beau who was laying on his back on the kitchen tabletop. She stopped for a nanosecond to create another hymen before her hips kicked into high gear again.

“Hi’ya Dr P. squared,” Ron greeted Kim’s parents as they entered the kitchen from the garage, both dressed in matching blue jeans and white, short sleeved dress shirts. “There’s breakfast of pancakes, eggs and bacon holding in the oven for you two.” He pointed to said oven with one hand before it returned to the task of smashing and groping Kim’s tit.

“Good morning to you two too,” Mr. Dr. Possible said happily as he sat down at the table which the teen couple was copulating atop of and, in his usual morning manner, opened the newspaper. “What do you have planned for today, besides messing up the kitchen table?”

“We’re just limbering up for a bit of snowboarding this morning Daddy,” Kim huffed and shuddered in orgasm, letting go with a flood of feminine juices mixed with a tinge of blood over Ron’s cock and the tabletop. “Don’t worry though,” she panted as her hips began to thrust upon Ron’s rod again. “We’ll clean up our mess when we’re done.”

“And when will that be?” Mrs. Dr. Possible playfully begged as she pushed down the lever on the toaster, starting the toast for breakfast. She glanced around the room and saw pools of semen mixed with girl ejaculate and specked with blood on the counter, spattered on the door to the refrigerator and multiple other spots on the floor, the walls and even the ceiling. “It looks like you two have been going at it all night long here in the kitchen.”

“Nope,” Ron sheepishly laughed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment from being so messy in the one place he liked to keep clean. “We’ve only been in the kitchen for a half hour now since coming down from Kim’s room for breakfast.”

“We’ve been busy,” Kim nervously laughed and gushed a bit more love juice.

“I can see that,” Ann Possible laughed as she got the orange juice and butter from the fridge. She paused a moment before she also retrieved two bottles of water and closed the love fluid stained fridge door. She wiped her sticky hand on a towel before she placed the O.J. and butter on a clean spot on the corner of the tabletop. Ann then handed a bottled water each to Ron and Kim. “Don’t forget to replace you bodily fluids, Kids.”

“Thanks Mom,” Kim chimed and gulped downed the offered beverage. She poked Ron in the side signaling him to give her a big, wet shot of Ron Sauce in the loins. Kim groaned at the emptiness she felt as she dismounted Ron and hopped off the sticky table. “Well, I guess it’s time we get going.”

“Are you all limbered up for snowboarding?” James Possible asked innocently as he turned the page of his newspaper without looking at the sloppy mess on the table before him.

“I feel limber,” Ron jovially said as he jumped off the table and went to get some towels and a dish rag to start cleaning said table so Kim‘s parents could eat there.

“I feel warmed up enough to run a marathon,” Kim happily sang as she helped with the cleanup, starting on the refrigerator.

“Marathon,” Rufus moaned as he dragged himself into the kitchen, his distended belly scrapping the floor from all of the cheese he’d ingested the night before. “No running.”

“Nope Buddy,” Ron happily chuckled as he mopped up a large puddle on the floor near the stove, “we’re going snowboarding today.”

“Nope, nothin’,” Rufus groaned and fell almost flat on the floor in the middle of the kitchen. He wasn’t flat on the floor due to his large gut. He rolled over on his back and sighed, “Stay here.”

“I don’t believe Rufus is in any kind of condition to go anywhere Dear,” Ann said as she came back into the kitchen from the living room carrying several large platters that were empty except for a few crumbs of cheese. “It appears he had his own party last night in front of the television.” She stopped to pat the rodent on the head. “And your three Girlfriends just left Rufus. They all said to tell you good bye and that they‘ll see you again tonight for another party. They also mentioned that they‘ll be bringing six or seven more Girlfriends with them.”

“Ho-kay,” Rufus groaned and unenthusiastically waved a paw at the messenger before he started to snore loudly on the kitchen linoleum.

“Don’t worry Mrs. Dr. P,” Ron enthused as he scooped his Little Buddy up off the floor and set him on his shoulder after realizing he didn‘t have any pants pockets since he wasn‘t wearing any pants. “We’ll drop Rufus off at my house on our way to the slopes.”

“That’s okay Ronnie,” Ann cooed and took the sleeping animal from his perch and started for the kitchen door. “Rufus is as much a part of the Possible Family as you are. He can stay here and party in Jim and Tim’s room until they learn their lesson.”

“Thanks Mom,” Kim said as she jumped down from a chair after wiping up the last sticky mess on the ceiling. She looked around the kitchen to make sure they hadn’t missed a glop of girl and/or guy goop. “Well, the kitchen’s all clean. I guess we’ll be heading out.”

“Don’t forget to return your videos and you still have a curfew tonight,” James Possible said as he folded and set down the newspaper then stood up. He went to the stove, got out his breakfast and returned to the cleaned table.

“Curfew!?” Kim spat. “Daddy, I’m an adult now and out of high school. Why do I still need a curfew?”

“As long as you live under my roof Kimmie-Cub,” Dr. Possible sternly said in a Fatherly tone, waggling a fork menacingly at the two teens, “you will live by my rules young Lady. But… I can see your point so your curfew will now be, say, four in the morning, and five A.M. on weekends.” He thought for a moment, then added, “But only if the nightly orgy is at the Stoppables house. If the party is going on here then you’ll have to be in Ronald’s bedroom by curfew.”

“Okay Daddy,” Kim lightly laughed and gave her Father a peck on the forehead, “I think Ron and I can live with that arrangement.”

“Arrangement? That reminds me,” Ann said as she nakedly entered the room after dropping Rufus off in his new quarters and stripping off in her own bedroom. “The Stoppables and a few other couples will be coming over here tonight for a all-night party so you and Ronnie will want to end up at his house.” She eyed the blond boy up and down lasciviously. “Unless you two would like to join in on all the fun and games with the adults.”

“No Mom,” Kim sighed in exasperation. “I think Ron and I will keep our sexual activities on our age level for the time being.”

“But Kim,” Ron broke in on the conversation, “we have a date this afternoon with Tinkerbell. She’s, like, fifty years old or more. That’s older than either of our parents.”

“That’s true Ronald,” Mr. Possible chimed in through a mouthful of eggs. “But Fairies are eternally young so age is not an issue with them.”

“Speaking of issues,” Ann Possible said in a sultry voice as she took Ron’s hand and led him across the kitchen. “I have a few issues about the pantry that you need to rectify young Man.” She opened the door to the closet and tossed Ron bodily into the small room, following him in before closing the door.

“Mother! That’s MY Ron!”

“Don’t worry Kimmie-Cub,” her Father chuckled. “They won’t be but a minute or two. Your Mother has an unimaginable appetite for sex. She was the center of attention last night and wasn’t totally satisfied so she just needs a little extra cunt quake or three this morning to sate herself.”

“I guess that’s where I get my libido from,” Kim laughed and listened to the moans and groans coming from behind the closed door, and getting a bit randy herself. “Daddy, I still have a bit of a, unimaginable itch, right now and since Ron isn’t available could you…”

“I don’t think your Old Man can get it up this early in the morning after last night‘s fun and games,” James said as he stood up and took off his shirt and pants, proving he wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath. Both Kim and James looked down and saw he wasn’t going to be rising to the occasion any time soon.

“That’s alright Daddy,” Kim pouted and began to rub her aching crotch from listening to all the sexual activity in the pantry, “I don’t think I can get by the incest issue anyway. I guess I still have a bit of the Disney Ideals ingrained in me so could you just pleasure me with your hands? Please and thank you.”

“I can do that,” James said as he sat down and leaned in to suck on one of his Daughter’s nipples. He stopped mere inches from his target and said, “This is something your Mother likes me to do at the beginning of the orgy.” James put his entire mouth over his Daughter’s tit and began to suck while two fingers of one hand entered Kim’s pussy and the index finger from his other hand dug deep into her rectum.

“Oh Daddy!” Kim howled in ecstasy, maybe a little louder than the lusty sounds now emanating from the closet. After a minute of blissful fondling from her Father Kim collapsed to the floor in an all out gushing orgasm. “Wow Daddy,” she enthused. “I’ll have to teach Ron how to do that to me sometime soon.” She grabbed a towel from the tabletop and cleaned up the sticky mess on the floor just before the pantry door opened.

“I’m ready for a little snowboarding,” Ron happily chirped as he almost danced out of the closet.

“Let’s get started,” Kim cheered as she got up off the floor, linked an arm around her Boyfriend’s waist and headed them out the kitchen door.

“Honey, a little help here,” Mr. Dr. Possible heard his Wife weakly call from inside from the pantry. James Possible walked over to the door and found his wife lying on her side covered in sweat and Ron Sauce. There was a box of spaghetti noodles shoved half way up Ann’s cunt and a two liter soda bottle could barely be seen poking out of her not so little brown hole.
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A/N: Tinkerbell, while originating in J.M. Barrie’s 1904 play, is referenced here to the 1953 Disney animated movie Peter Pan. Therefore, she is 56 years old and one of Disney’s most important branding icons.
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