Multitasking - Part 5 (Patreon)

Five minutes later, Kim and Ann look up from their kitchen duties, the headlights of Ned's rental car shining through the kitchen window as he pulls into the driveway. Momentarily flustered, Ann dances between the counter and breakfast nook table, making certain that all of the dinner places are set. Kim observes for a few seconds, a little smirk in the corner of her mouth, watching as the usually cool, calm, and collected woman darts from one end of the kitchen to the other.

Telling her Ned's confession of their one-time fling all of those years ago seems to have flustered her to no end...and Kim fully intends to use that to her advantage. A moment later, the doorbell rings, and both Kim and Ann head to the front door to greet their guest. A quick look at her hair and makeup in the entryway mirror, and Ann reaches out for the doorknob.

Kim: You, uhhh... Are you gonna greet our guest with those?

Kim points, giving her the same little smirk as before...yeah, she's never seen her quite like this before. Ann glances downward at her oven mitt-covered hands and simply blinks, then frantically flings them off. Kim stifles a snort of a laugh, watching as her mother kicks the offending mittens behind a nearby plant stand. Closing her eyes, the elder Possible takes in a long inhale to compose herself...then, again, reaches for the doorknob.

Ann: Well, hello, stranger! Come on in!

Ned smiles, glancing from Kim to her mother, before stepping over the threshold. Ever the gentleman, he leans in and gives Kim a peck on the cheek.

Ned: And for the lady of the house...

Ned again leans in to give Ann a greeting kiss, but not before handing her a bouquet of flowers.

Ann: Ohh, aren't you the thoughtful one.

Ned: I didn't know what we were having for dinner, so...

Ned produces an expensive-looking bottle of red wine and surrenders it to Kim, the younger Possible, giving their guest a crooked smile as if to say, "Look at you, you old smoothie."

Kim: She gets the flowers, and I get drunk. I like where this night's going already.

Their pleasantries completed, the trio makes their way into the kitchen, Kim deviating to fetch some wine glasses and a bottle opener. Seated beside one another, Ann and Ned watch as Kim hums some pop tune as she roots through a drawer...and in true Kim-fashion, swishes her hips, her skintight skirt riding up as she does so. With Kim preoccupied, Ann momentarily drops the happy host persona, leaning in to whisper to Ned.

Ann: Really? You had to tell her about...us. She's never gonna let me live this down.

Kim turns, glasses in a hand, still humming and seemingly unaware that her skirt has ridden up far enough to expose her white g-string...and a fleeting glimpse of her puffing labia pooching out from either side of the minuscule piece of fabric as she returns to the table. The pair says nothing, Ann leaning back and resuming her gracious host facade.

The wine uncorked, and glasses poured, Kim sits down and slides onto the nook's bench seat...and, unbeknownst to the others, almost immediately slips out of her high heels.

Ann: So, corporate head of marketing for Bueno Nacho? That's a long way from slinging tortillas in little, old Middleton.

Ned: Yeah, well... You can't forget where your roots are. That old taco stand made me the man I am.

In the middle of taking a gulp of her wine, Kim holds up a finger as if to say, "Wait, hold that thought.” Setting her glass down, she reaches over and grabs her phone and begins to scroll through her photos.

Kim: Remember when I used to work at the Nacho? ...after the Disney days, of course. Hated working there, but I found an old picture of us from back then.

Ann and Ned lean in to look at the picture as Kim turns the phone around, both of them half expecting to see some old candid shot, mugging for the camera behind the counter. Instead, however, they're met with... Kim grins at their reactions, the pair visibly blushing at an image of a much younger Kim and Ned...standing, bare-assed in the middle of the restaurant, half of Ned's fourteen inches stuffed inside the pony-tailed redhead as she wraps a leg around his waist.

Kim sets the phone down and takes another sip from her glass. Timing it perfectly, just as Ned raises his glass to take a pull of the imported red...and wash back some of his embarrassment...Kim raises a stocking-clad foot and runs her toes up the inseam of his thigh. Ned instantly spit-takes into his glass, and Kim, in turn, grins around the rim of her own glass as he does so. Further up his inseam, Kim splays her toes in anticipation, fully expecting to meet his monster. Kim, however, is met with....another stocking-clad foot...Ann giving the younger Possible a knowing little smirk in return.

Kim: Didn't I say I like where this night is going?

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2