[ Kim Possible ] The problem with secrets. | By : vzon20011 Category: +S through Z > Warhammer Fantasy Views: 3217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, or IT'S characters. I don't own Warhammer, or it's characters. This is parody, fantasy fanfiction. Not for profit, just for fun. |
Alright guys, I'm trying my best to get back into story mode. This summer heat, family, and my job has really distracted me from writing. I've wrote this part, then rewrote it, deleted, wrote, and rewrote it again. Fuck it! Here is more of this store. Maybe this will get my writing bug back. LOL
@Chapter six contains Ann, Kim, after shower, wet night gown. “That felt good Mom,“ said Kim with a big smile. The bath had given the young red headed cheerleader some relief from the itchiness. She stood dripping wet in the bathtub with her legs spread, hands on her hips, and perky tits jutting out proudly. Looking as if ready to start cheering. “ I told you so,” said Ann handing Kim a towel to dry off with. Ann watched as athletic muscles flexed, expanded, and ripple under the hot pink skin. It was a good thing Ann could blame the steam for making her face flush. “Be sure to pat the area dry. Not rub hard,” said Ann. Kim sat down on the edge of the bathtub. She spread her legs wide on her toes. Her virginal womanhood looked so small, and cute despite the red patch around it. Ann’s tongue twitched, and mouth watered. She brought fingers up to hide a gulp. Kim didn’t see this as she gently patted herself dry. Once done, Kim slipped into her white cotton nightgown, and wrapped her hair up in the towel. On their way to Kim’s bedroom. The thin gown became transparent, and clingy from dampness. There was nothing left to the imagination. It was a good thing the male Possibles were elsewhere. Ann couldn’t help to look at Kim’s ass wiggle teasingly in front of her. She looked forward to wash day. Thinking of her wearing the gown while pleasuring herself. ‘I wonder if I‘ll get an infection from it?,’ thought Ann wispily. The daydream from her bedroom came back to mind. A slight arousal began to build up in her. “You can have it if you want it Ann,” said Blossom. Ann was suddenly startled looking around. Blossom was standing next to her as had been all those years back in medical school. An intense itchiness built up over Ann’s skin. Her hands instantly started to scratch all over her body. She felt like being on fire. The scratching brought some relief , but wouldn’t stop it. Her groin, and breasts began to itch more severely than most places. Forcing Ann to forget modesty bringing her hands to them. Her right hand went up under her dress, and pushing down into her panties. Fingers alternated between roughly raking over her womanhood, and pushing inside to rub her clitoris. Ann’s left hand squeezed, and rubbed the outside of the dress at her breasts. Trying to make the bra cup roughly slide over her nipples. The effort to satify the itch began to build up an orgasmic pressure within Ann. “Uh GOD! Oh! MOM! The itch is back!, and Worse!,” huffed out Kim. This brought back Ann's attention to her daughter. Kim was on her knees with one hand down between her legs. The other was scratching, and rubbing at her breasts over the flimsy gown. This distraction made Ann focus on something else besides the itchiness. She yelled out, “NO! STOP THIS! Don’t scratch!,” almost hysterically. It was mostly for her benefit, and to remind Kim. “ Oooh! Sorry Mom, I can’t help it” said Kim jerking as if electricity coursed through her. Almost as if by Ann’s command the itchiness began to fade away. She worked out one good last scratch over her clitoris. Forcing herself to stop from finishing her orgasm. Her modesty reaserted itself. Ann brought her wet fingers out of her dress. To use the hand to hold herself up against the wall. ‘Blossom, and the itchiness must be my imagination,’ thought Ann. Trying to convince herself. She couldn’t see Blossom anymore, or feel the itch. She could feel her body relaxing as her heart rate, and breathing slowed down. “Oh Good! It’s finally stopped Mom. That was so intense," said Kim huffing against the hallway wall. She had not looked behind her to see Ann experiencing the same sensation. Ann regained her composer first then helped Kim up by the arm. " I’m sure you’ll be okay once you get your medicine." said Ann. Trying to keep the worry out of her voice. Kim had experienced what Ann wished for. Something familiar about what happen to them tickled the back of Ann’s brain. She tried to remember something Blossom told her. ‘Was it during Med school?’ ‘ Something about having the power?’ To be continued.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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