Home Movies - Part 21

For as much of prima-donna as Bonnie can be, the Tweebs soon learn who really has the inflated sense of talent and importance on set. One would think that, keeping in mind the title of the old show, that it would be their elder sibling. But no, Kim in fact learned it from the true master, the senior woman of the Possible household.

Early in the Tweeb's adult film career Ann simply played along, thinking that it probably wouldn't go anywhere. But now, some three years later, having seen some substantial profits and developed a whole new fan-base of her own, Ann has become somewhat of a pain. Between outlandish contract demands and the occasional on-set temper tantrum, she knows how to play the game.

Ann:So what's my motivation here?

Tim, hitting the stop-record button on the camera, turns to his brother and rolls his eyes. Is this take sixteen or seventeen? Neither of the siblings can remember. Jim doesn't even need to look at his twin...he can almost feel his mutual exasperation.

Jim:Cut!

Shego:Jesus, Ann. Really? Housewife and villainess-turned-teacher scissoring in bed. Not exactly Oscar nominee material.

Ann: Yes, thank you, Shego. I read the script too.

Jim:And to that end, motivationally speaking, what exactly is there to read into? (points at Shego) Hot, bisexual teacher moves in with... (points at Ann) Hot, bi-curious, mom...

Tim:Lots of kissing. Clothes come off. Lots of fondling. Copious amounts of moaning. Some bumping and grinding. Rinse and repeat.

Ann:Ohh, yes, speaking if which... (points at Shego's neither region) Your five o'clock shadow down there is starting to rub me raw, sooo...

Shego:Alright, fuck this! I'm out.

Shego shuffles off the side of the bed, her bare feet slapping on the tiled floor as she plods away. Expressing her sense of irritation, she holds up her middle finger as she exits the room, not even bothering to look back.

Shego:I'll be in my trailer if you need me.

Having not even bothered to put on a robe or any other covering, a naked Shego walks downstairs, cutting through the kitchen and towards the front of the house. An ever-friendly James sits at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee while reading the morning newspaper, reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose. Staring at the ceiling in some form of chivalrous modesty, he nods without actually looking at her, trying to exchange pleasantries with the green, nude, and obviously vexed woman.

Unlike his wife, he's never really gotten use to seeing all manner of naked people roaming through the house. He too thought the boys career choice wouldn't go anywhere. Likewise, he never would have thought that Ann nor he (though, personally, he's only been in one of their films, as opposed to her five features) would involve themselves in it either.

James:Miss Go. Bad day at the office?

Shego:James. (sighs heavily, annoyed) Ask your wife.

James:Ah, yes, well... Ever the career woman. (points towards the kitchen counter) Coffee's hot.

Shego pauses, eyeing the bespectacled man, amused by his seemingly gentleman-like courteousness. Coffee, however, does sound better than stewing in her trailer for a couple of hours. Grabbing a mug of the dark brew...she prefers it black...Shego turns just in time to catch a glimpse of James staring at her ass from around his newspaper.

Pretending to have not noticed his wandering eye, Shego strides over the table and sits in the breakfast nook opposite of James. Still not looking at her directly, James motions towards Shego, twirling his finger at her in a general, all-encompassing manner.

James:Ummm... Perhaps you'd like to...you know...

Shego:Nope. Not really.

James: Uhhh... Alright. Well, birthday suit and coffee it is.

Taking a sip of her coffee, Shego smiles inwardly, observing as the middle aged man pretends to go back to reading his paper while trying not to look at her. Leaning back, draping an arm across the back of the seat, coffee in the opposite hand, Shego arches her back a bit to accentuate her breasts. She watches as James' eyes dart from the paper to the top of her head, knowing full well that he's trying to steal a glance at her without making it obvious.

Shego:So, is she always so...?

Lifting her leg under the table, Shego glides the tips of her toes up the side of James' calf, then down the inside of his inner thigh. Stopping just shy of his crotch, she smiles, taking another sip of her coffee. Clearing his throat, James makes no attempt to stop her, instead turning to the next page of his paper.

James:...passive-aggressive?

Shego glides her toes back and forth, skimming them ever so gently along the cotton twill fabric. With the ball of her foot she can feel his inseam growing larger and larger with every stroke. Shego doesn't even bother to disguise her wanton desire, a lustful smile crossing her face as his length comes to within a few inches of reaching his knee.

Shego:Took the words right outta my mouth.

Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2