The UnReal Adventures of Johnny Quest: A Matter of Utmost Importance
A story by Samael Hellflower. (M/M Teen, cons) Standard Disclaimer: This story is not for the consumption of persons under the age of 18 or however old you have to be to read things like this.
It is assumed in reading this material that you are over the legal age in whatever country you are in and that material that includes sex between consenting males does not offend you.
Also, the characters of Johnny Quest, Hadji, Race Bannon, and Dr. Quest, as well as Jessie are not the characters from the TV show and I have no affiliation or right to said characters which are trademarks of and copyright Hanna-Barbera Productions. Beyond that, enjoy!
(Note: Although these are supposedly the adventures of Johnny Quest, they don't involve Johnny himself much. Sorry. Also, the story does develop a bit before the actual climax, so keep reading)
(Other Note: If you have questions, comments, etc. please feel free to E-mail me. Flames will be pointedly and dangerously ignored. If you have ideas, please write to me!)
Chapter 1: A Morning Mystery
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"Uhhhhnnnnn..."
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"Ohhhhhhhhh..."
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"AAAARRGGG!!" After the third set of beeps, the alarm clock automatically opened the shutters in the room. Light flooded in, momentarily blinding Hadji, who lay in a tangle of bed sheets. "Shit. That was unpleasant." Hadji never swore while around other people, so he had to indulge himself when he was alone. It was one of his few concessions to himself. "Fine! Fine, you win, you stupid machine. I'm up!" Hadji laboriously untangled himself from the bed sheets and stood up. He always set the alarm clock to wake him up just as the sun came up, because he enjoyed getting up before everyone else in the camper. Also, because he slept alone, he had the luxury of getting up and immediately beginning his yoga routines, which he did. As he bent, stretched, pulled, twisted, breathed, moved, and generally tied himself in knots, he reflected on several things. One was that he wished he had set his alarm a bit later, because he had been out late last night trying to stop an international (and, if Dr. Quest was to be believed) interplanetary diamond smuggling ring. A second was that he was glad that he slept alone, because it meant that he could sleep in the nude (which he did) and that he could do yoga in the nude (which he did.) It also meant that no one else had to see the embarrassing physical condition that he ALWAYS woke up in. He didn't know why he did, he just did. Yoga helped...calm that particular problem, which was the other reason he always did it in the morning.
Finally, he finished his routines and went to the bathroom area. Hadji lived with the Quests and Bannon, as well as a new arrival, Jessie, Bannon's daughter and Johnny's cousin. Hadji liked Jessie because she was intelligent without being sappy. She also had a certain green eyed-red haired, almost magical look about her that Hadji found, if not attractive, at least distinctive. They all lived in the technologically advanced camper that served as home and HQ. If Hadji was correct (and he thought he was,) Dr. Quest's trailer alone was about ten or fifteen years in the future of technology from the rest of the world. Thus, the "bathroom area" had all the conveniences of a mildly futuristic bathroom, except a toilet, which was down the hall. Hadji called up the full length mirror. It wasn't a true mirror, but in fact a sheet of photon-reflecting nano-robots.
The nano-robots (Or nanobots) were Dr. Quest's pet project and he was VERY good at making them do what he wanted. Thus, out of nowhere, a full length floating mirror, without border or back, appeared seemingly out of thin air at the push of a button. Hadji looked at himself in the mirror. 17 years of yoga had kept him thin yet muscular. His middle eastern features were marked with a straight nose as well as a wide, open, face of clear, dark skin. His skin was a deep tan-brown and he was nearly hairless on his chest. His nipples were a much darker brown, and currently small nubs in the brisk morning air. The rest of him was...well proportioned. In some ways he was...VERY well proportioned. Hair the color of midnight hung to his mid-back in a post-nighttime tangle. That was one of his secrets. His hair was something almost no one else had seen, because showing his hair was a sign of impending intimacy. Johnny had seen it once, on a warm night in the South Pacific, when they had each been feeling particularly impetuous. Things had never gone much beyond the stage where they looked at each other and compared. Had Hadji allowed himself to come to the end of that thought, he would have found regret at the end, but his brain clamped down on the idea at once.
The same midnight black sprouted in a thick pubic bush, which suddenly thinned until it was a very light (but still visible) trail of hair up to his navel. Out of the pubic bush sprouted an equally sudden cock, with a large sack containing two walnut sized balls. Although Hadji had very little to compare it to, Johnny's reaction that night in the South Pacific gave him the idea that Johnny had been impressed. Currently, Hadji's cock hung almost completely limp. He hefted it in his hands, and found that it made a heavy package. He was not quite able to hold it all in one hand, and the well lubricated head began to crawl out. Hadji looked up. He saw a beautiful young man holding his cock in one hand, wild hair behind him. That started him off again. As his cock began to grow, Hadji realized that he would have to go back to his yoga. His hand left his cock seemingly reluctantly, a thought that Hadji had quashed as soon as it began to formulate. Hadji made a halfhearted attempt to convince himself that he had been thinking of Jessie when he had started his erection. It didn't work. It had worked when Jessie had just arrived, but it had become less and less convincing as time went on. Anything that had to do with sex or himself and sex was almost instantly smothered by his inner censor. The only reason that Johnny had managed to get him into said compromising position was that it had been after a political party, and Hadji had had just a bit more champagne than he had intended. Thinking of that night always brought Hadji on the brink of shuddering, though from pain or pleasure he would never allow himself to explore. If he could have cut his hair to keep him from remembering that night, he would have, but his hair was as much a part of him as his hand. "Enough of these thoughts. Focus. I have to be hard as a rock." If Hadji had realized the pun, he made no sign. Hadji had one more reason for sleeping in the nude. If anyone were to attack during the night, he wanted to be ready, and not having clothes to hamper him would be the difference between life and death. Hadji was most deadly when he was nude. Intensive training under Bannon (Suddenly that became a dangerous thought. Hadji did not know why.) had left him with reflexes that were four times faster than the average human. Once again done with his yoga, Hadji returned to the mirror and combed his hair.
He then put it into an intricate braid, then coiled it above his head and wrapped the length of cloth around his head that became his turban. He began putting on his clothes, after banishing the mirror and calling up a shower. It was at that point that he became aware of something on the doorstep. He walked over and picked it up, then saw it was an envelope. It was unsealed. He opened it and took out the letter. It was written in a totally unfamiliar hand, and the paper felt odd under his fingers. He placed the envelope on the table and read the letter. It was more of a note really and read like this:
Hadji,
Be at the corner of Beverly and Third at 8:30 tonight. Speak of this to NO ONE. It's a Matter of Utmost Importance.
That was it. No signature, no nothing. Suddenly, a small explosion made Hadji jump. He turned and realized that the envelope was on fire. It was an odd fire though, because it was pure white. It neither gave off heat, nor did it jump to anything else. It burned with a ferocious speed and totally consumed the envelope. Hadji realized that it couldn't be a normal fire, and that the explosion had been more of a loud thump than anything else. Hadji also realized that he had crumpled the paper in his excitement. He opened his hand, only to find nothing there when he did. Only the bits of paper that had stuck out of his hands had survived. He pinched one experimentally. Sure enough, when he lifted his fingers, there was nothing underneath. It was the oddest thing he had ever seen. His first thought was to give the paper to Dr. Quest or Johnny for analysis, but realized that the paper had instructed him not to tell anyone. Hadji debated whether or not to break the paper's commands, but said to himself that if it was a matter of "Utmost Importance" then telling someone could be potentially deadly. Even Johnny. What if it was someone who could somehow watch them in the camper? If they had hostages and thought that Hadji was disobeying orders, people could die. Hadji wouldn't be able to take that. No one had ever died by Hadji's hands who hadn't deserved it. Hadji wondered about the possibility of it being someone INSIDE the trailer, but discarded that theory immediately. Nothing that anyone in the trailer had to say to him couldn't be said in person.
Hadji opened the door very slowly, just in case whoever it was, was still in the camper. Hadji stalked slowly out of his room to the door of the camper, only to find it open. The door of the camper would only open for someone with a keycard or handprint. Hadji immediately called up the log of entrances on the screen by the door. He scrolled down through the list of people who had entered. The last user was blank. There was a log of the opening of the door, but no identification of the person who had actually entered. Hadji saw the door suddenly close, then stared as he watched the entry erase itself. That was supposedly impossible. Because of the sensitive nature of some of the things in the camper, the log of people who entered was kept inviolate, and totally unable to be changed. But before his eyes, Hadji had seen the door close for no reason, with no command, then watched as the supposedly "tamper-proof" system had quietly erased an entry. Hadji suddenly felt very tired. It was too early for mysteries, so he crept back to his room to think, and possibly catch up on some more sleep.
Chapter 2: Disturbing Events
Hadji stood on a flat, featureless plain, full of mists and shadows. He could see himself, like he was hovering outside his body. There was someone else there. He couldn't quite make out who it was. The figure drew closer. Hadji could feel his body, feel the emotion bottled up inside of him, but it was vague, distant, like it was happening to someone else. The figure drew closer yet, and he could make out that it was male. Hadji watched as his body began to slowly and sensuously undress. The figure spoke. "Hadji." It said in a voice that seemed familiar and strange at the same time. The figure drew closer still, Hadji saw that it was wreathed in smoke and fog. It seemed naked and very male. "Hadji." The figure called again. It was a whisper that drew itself across Hadji's nerves like a hot poker on ice. Hadji dropped his shirt and his pants, and slipped his underwear to the ground. Hadji could see the sweat glisten from every pore of his distant body. Hadji stepped forward and embraced the figure. Suddenly, Hadji's mind was very much back in his body. Hadji could feel everything from the electric tingle in his fingers just before touching the figure's chest, to the near scalding heat that emanated from the figure. "Hadji!" Cried the figure, one last time before crushing the young man to his chest. Hadji felt every inch of skin hum in anticipation.
He could feel every rasp of skin on skin, every inch of flesh moving over every other inch of flesh. Names and voices rang through Hadji's head. He seemed to swell to bursting with the sensation and the raw pure pleasure. Hadji tried to name the figure. Over and over, he yelled name after name at the figure, which only ever responded "Hadji." Hadji tried the name of the person closest to him. One of the people he loved most in the world. "Johnny." "Hadji" Again. "Johnny!" "Hadji" Again. "Johnny!" "Hadji" The naming became faster, louder, more chaotic and nonsensical. The sensation built up, tensing and swelling, ballooning, filling, and Hadji knew that he could not end it until he named the figure. Words flowed like molten lava through his head. Names repeating themselves over and over, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Dr. Quest, Johnny. Johnny! JOHNNY!!! JESSIE!!! (Jessie? Why did his mind reject that name. It didn't seem to fit) JOHNNY!!! JOHNNY!!! JOHNNY!!! JOHNNY!!! JOHNNY!!!
Then he woke up.
"Bannon?"
And then he came.
It was like an earthquake. Like an unstoppable force of nature. Anyone familiar with Tantric Yoga (as Hadji was) would have recognized the unmistakable power of pure pleasure and orgasm that crawled down Hadji's spine, lighting fires in his skull and his cock. Hadji arched his back almost to the point to snapping, and gave a yell, before dropping back to the bed just in time for the first spurt of cum to hit him in the face. Hadji's yell modulated to a moan, as he thrashed around in the grip of an orgasm that could have doubled as a nuclear test. He could feel the hot splashes of cum land on his face, in his hair, on his chest, his belly, on the bed around him, he felt every pulse of his swollen purple cockhead encased in deep brown flesh, every jet of burning white hot cum to land on a body that was quivering like the string of some sensual instrument, every faculty super-tuned to the waves of sheer pleasure that were emanating from every inch of Hadji's skin. Finally, the pulsing diminished, and Hadji's cock lost its fierce purple glare and ultra-rigid stance. Hadji sagged with every fiber of his body, totally spent, yet totally energized, in that interesting paradox which always occurs in Tantric Yoga. He opened his eyes and looked at himself, and saw the puddles of pearly cum dripping on every surface of his body. It was then that he heard a voice yelling his name.
"HADJI!!"
For a moment he was back in his dream, adrift on a sea of satiation. Then the door burst open. Bannon ran into the room, yelling. He stopped short when he saw Hadji. Bannon turned bright red. Had Hadji had enough energy left to do anything other than stare, he would have been mortified. He would have been doubly mortified when he realized that he was beginning another erection. Bannon muttered an apology and left the room as fast as possible. Hadji was too exhausted to do anything other than fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. Had Hadji been more awake, he might also have noticed the beginnings of an erection in Bannon's pants.
Chapter 3: Uncomfortable Mysteries
Hadji awoke a few hours later, totally refreshed. He lay in bed for a moment just taking in the sensations around him which seemed to be magnified a thousand times. Then he looked down at himself, and everything in the brief moments of wakefulness and orgasm came back to him. He was still quite well basted in cum. Hadji didn't know whether to be totally mortified or nearly proud. His earth shattering experience seemed to have loosened or opened something within him. Hadji decided that he should get up again and attempt to have a shower, and maybe actually get out of his room this time before something interminably weird happened again. After a much longer shower, and a general Yoga workout again, Hadji dressed for a second time that day and was nearly ready to face the world. He felt brimming over with energy. He heard things he had never heard before. Things were clearer, sharper, more in focus. The sensation of hot water on his body had struck him as it never had before. He had not had an erection when he awoke, but he had gotten one in the shower. But something was subtly different. The stigma of shame was nearly gone. He had had a few twinges of it while he was doing Yoga, but even his yoga was more free than ever before. He flowed in one form and out another, totally fluid. His primary objective before had been to forget himself in his Yoga, to suppress his own self and lose his identity. Now it almost seemed the opposite. Instead of subsuming himself in the "all" he was taking the "all" into himself. Finally, he left his room. Bannon and the Doctor were having lunch, but Johnny and Jessie were nowhere to be seen. As soon as Hadji entered the room, he realized that something was wrong. The usually cheerfully serious working attitudes of Bannon and the Doctor, especially after cracking a big case like that last one, was dampened. The room seemed gloomy and somber, even if it didn't have any physical difference. Bannon and Quest were silent. Hadji tried for a cheerful hello. "Good morning. Or rather, afternoon." He said in his deep Middle Eastern accent. "Hello Hadji. I'm so glad that you're...here." Said Dr. Quest. "What's going on?" Asked Hadji. Dr. Quest filled him in. Apparently, Johnny and Jessie had been missing since this morning. There were no leads, no clues, no nothing. Not even a mention of their leaving in the logbook. Hadji flashed back to the note he had gotten. Maybe there WAS a lead. Dr. Quest left to go back to his room and look for Johnny, but when Hadji tried to leave as well, Bannon motioned him to stay. Hadji felt odd around Bannon. In his newly super-sensitive state, he could smell Bannon's scent from across the table, and he could feel the heat coming off of Bannon's skin. Hadji was feeling more and more uncomfortable around Bannon by the minute, and it got worse when Bannon started speaking. "I'm... really sorry about... barging in on you this morning." Bannon was getting redder with every word. "I...We... we were looking for Johnny and Jessie and we were afraid that you had been taken as well. I...used my emergency override protocol to get into your room. I'm really sorry." "Well, you DID have my safety in mind, and for that I thank you. But please, don't ever do it again. And, by the way...does...Dr. Quest know...what happened?" Hadji was trying to leave the room as quickly as possible, hopefully before Bannon noticed that Hadji was trying to conceal a large bulge in his pants. "No, I just told him that you were exhausted and I found you sleeping." "Thanks. I'm going to go back to my room and see if I can't come up with anything on QuestWorld." (QuestWorld was the brainchild and pet project of the entire compound. It was a fully interactive, virtual environment, which translated data directly into physical objects.) With that, Hadji left the kitchen area, trying his best to hide the VERY prominent sign of his arousal.
Bannon stayed in the kitchen for a little while, then went back to his room. He wished he could concentrate on the problem of his daughter's disappearance, but right now another thought was busy crowding inside his head. Hadji. Hadji had been roaming around Bannon's head this morning, ever since Bannon had stumbled into his room. Bannon had had no idea how simply HOT Hadji was. Seeing him there, totally spent, covered in cum, white gobs dripping down his chest, onto the bed, in his hair, still trickling out of his cock and puddleing in his pubic hair, had crowded all thoughts of...well, ANYTHING productive out of Bannon's mind. He had tried EVERYTHING to get himself to concentrate, but to no avail. The sight of that young, dark brown body, so shockingly contrasted with the stark white cum was more than he could bear. And then catching Hadji's obvious erection just now had thrown Bannon totally off guard. It had been so long since Bannon had taken anyone to bed. After the death of Jessie's mother, Bannon threw himself into his work, trying to forget the soft caress of another person. It had worked, until now.
Chapter 4: The Puzzle Solved
Hadji worked in QuestWorld for several hours. Unfortunately, QuestWorld had a way of calling up programs in response to physical state and subtle clues, so every now and then, he'd see a picture of a half naked or naked man flash across his vision for a few seconds. He kept working, waiting for his conscious mind to drop its guard as it did erratically every few minutes, and allow QuestWorld to show him a mildly raunchy picture. He wasn't to surprised when it happened, but suddenly he gasped and cycled back to the last picture that had flashed before his eyes. Yes, there he was. It was a picture of a man, half covered in an army jumpsuit, zipped down to just below the waist. The interesting thing was not the copious pubic hair, or even the root of the LARGE cock that was showing. It was the man's face. The man in the picture was Bannon. Picking up on this, the QuestWorld program attempted to get other pictures in the series. Hadji was suddenly flooded with pictures of Bannon. Fully clothed, half nude, fully nude, limp, erect, in every picture he exuded a certain smoldering sexuality that Hadji had never seen in him before. Hadji was filled with a desire to touch this man, this giant, that was now plastered all over his vision. Hadji began to cycle through the pictures, and jerk off to them. His physical representation in QuestWorld grew a large, erect dong, and, although his real self was apparently only going through the motions and holding nothing, he could feel his hand traveling up and down his shaft. Suddenly, his vision went blank and he was clutching air. He took off the headgear, and looked around for the cause of the disturbance. The clock was showing 7:45.
"FUCK! Why did I set my alarm to cut into the program at 7:45? Oh! The letter!" Hadji got out of the body suit, gave his still-hard dick a reluctant tug, then got ready to go out.
Meanwhile, in his room, Bannon logged off and smiled. He took the diskette out of the slot and once again reflected how happy he was that he had done the photo shoot. It certainly came in handy when trying to feed pictures of himself to a certain hopelessly horny teen.
Hadji took a long route through the city, just in case he was being followed, so he didn't arrive at Beverly and Third until nearly eight thirty. It was dark, and fog was just starting to creep in. The streetlights didn't provide quite enough illumination. Hadji almost wished he hadn't come. He longed to be back in the trailer, but Johnny and Jessie were in danger, and they needed him to save them. At exactly eight thirty, a figure stepped out of the shadows. Hadji once again seemed to be in his dream, but the feeling was wrong. The figure said nothing, but motioned for him to come forward. He followed as the figure waked through fog and shadow, always silent. Streets ran together, Hadji lost track of where he was, why he was there. Finally, he slumped to the ground and lost consciousness entirely. His last view was of the dark, silent figure bending down over him.
Hadji woke up lying on his side, on a bed. He was in a small, dark store room, and he had no idea where in the city he was. On a table, beside the bed, apparently put there as a jibe, was a knife, which Hadji had no chance of reaching. His head felt...fuzzy, and he couldn't seem to think clearly. He tried to move, but found that he was tied. More than that, he was tied to something else. More correctly, someONE else. As He tried to move, his limbs responding only sluggishly, the other person also started to move. "Who are you?" Asked Hadji. "Why am I here? What's going on?" He was embarrassed to realize that he was slurring his words a bit. "HADJI? Is that YOU?" Bannon's head spun. Of all the people to get tied up to... "BANNON?" Hadji gasped. Of all the people to get tied up to... "What the hell are YOU doing here?" "I got a note! I should ask the same question of you!" As Hadji spoke, he began to try to work one of his hands free. As he did so, he looked down and realized that he had been stripped of nearly all of his clothes. From the sensations he was getting from his back and legs, he got the feeling that Bannon was as well. Hadji realized that he was tied to Bannon, and that he was wearing only his underwear. As he writhed, his cock acquired a mind of it's own and made a valiant attempt to escape his briefs. Hadji also realized that at the rate his cock was spewing precum and weakening the fabric, there was a good chance that it might do it. Bannon on his side, was having much the same problem. It became more and more difficult for Bannon to speak coherently while he felt Hadji's tight little ass and hot back rubbing against his. "I got the same note. What time did you leave the trailer?" Said Bannon, with some difficulty. "Quarter to eight. And you?" "Nearer to nine. Damn! Now we're trapped. And that leaves Dr. Quest alone!" "Can you get loose?" "I don't think so. The ropes aren't tight, but they tend to get tighter when I try to break out." "Hang on. Let me try. I think I can slip out of these." Hadji suddenly had one hand free. Then the other. But there were two cords around his torso, and another two around his legs. One kept him bound, the other tied him to Bannon. He slipped those easily, which meant that he was free, and then it wasn't too difficult to get rid of the other ropes. Hadji sat up, and waited for a moment for the blood to rush out of his head. Unfortunately, it rushed out of one head and into another. Hadji turned around and looked at Bannon, lying there. He got up and moved to Bannon's side of the bed. Bannon was a bright red color, and was doing his best to hide his monster cock, which was beginning to strain underwear fiber.
"Well, well, well. I didn't know my feelings were returned!" Said Hadji.
"What are you talking about?" Said Bannon, kind of stupidly.
"Well, let's start with THIS!" Said Hadji, placing his hand on Bannon's cock. He felt it shudder and pulse under his hand, and the already soaked fabric became even wetter. Hadji began to stroke Bannon's cock lightly through the fabric.
"What the...HEY!! Stop...stop..."
"No. Let's see just how hot we can get you before you burst. I'm gonna make you bust your briefs. You saw me covered in cum this morning. You must have enjoyed that. I'd like to see you the same way." Hadji rubbed Bannon's cock harder.
"Wha...What about Johnny...and Jess...Jessie..."
"Fuck them! If I know them, they'll be off somewhere fucking like rabbits."
"But...They're...ahhhhh....they're cousins."
"You think THEY care? Now...Let's see. What do you REALLY get off on. Well, you seemed to like this," Hadji gestured to his also rather damp nether regions. "So let's play a game. It works like this." Hadji got on top of Bannon, and moved into a sixty-nine position. "Now. If I feel my briefs come off, I leave, and you get to stay here until someone comes to get you." With that, he started mashing his crotch into Bannon's face, smearing his precum all over Bannon's face and lips. He also started licking and sucking on Bannon's cock through the briefs. He could feel the big, thick piece of meat, waiting to uncoil, getting harder by the minute, stretching and straining the fabric of the much abused underwear. Bannon's cock just kept getting harder and harder, spewing more and more. If Hadji thought Bannon was getting to close, he would ease up a little. Bannon thrashed from side to side, trying to get as much of Hadji's precum on his face as possible. He could feel his underwear giving way at the seams, getting weaker as it got wetter. Bannon began moaning, something that was getting Hadji dangerously hot. With a small snap, the first seam came undone, others followed. Bannon clenched, and felt his cock give a heave as his briefs gave way entirely. Bannon gave a yell as Hadji engulfed his cock thoroughly in his mouth with a loud slurping sound. Bannon could only gasp for breath as Hadji did his best to smother Bannon with his cock and balls. Bannon decided to use Hadji's tactics against him and began tonguing his balls and cock. He was gratified to feel a gasp of breath from Hadji and momentary relief on his cock. Hadji moaned into Bannon's cock, and ripped his own briefs off. Bannon eagerly awaited Hadji's cock, for which he had been aching for a long time. They fell into what could be called a rhythm, except that each beat was wilder and more ecstatic that the one before. Rubbing, caressing, plunging, Hadji opened up to Bannon as he had to no other human being. Finally, he withdrew from Bannon's mouth and turned around. Both Hadji and Bannon were slick with sweat and precum.
Hadji began grinding his cock against Bannon's and he put his mouth to his. As they kissed, they came at the same time. The sheer power and energy that flowed through both of them, gave Bannon ample power to burst all of his bonds and crush Hadji to him. Their eyes flew open, and they gasped for breath, as years of pent-up sexual energy came out in one huge cathartic burst. Two cocks, full of four balls worth of hot cum, spit their sticky juice all over the two new lovers. Every sense tingled, every inch of skin glowed with power and energy. As the huge orgasm began to subside, they rubbed their now sticky bodies together. Spent for the moment, Hadji and Bannon just basked in the heat of the other's body. As the feelings once again began to feed back and the two began to gather energy for a second bout, they heard a voice.
"ENOUGH!!! There'll be time enough for that later." Two figures stepped out of the shadows.
"Johnny!" cried Hadji.
"Jessie!" cried Bannon.
"Yep. It's us." said Johnny.
"Don't tell us you're trapped here as well!" said Bannon, then suddenly realized how he must look, clutching the now sticky Hadji in a very...messy embrace, in front of his daughter. Hadji realized approximately the same thing and they both reddened at the same time. Jessie turned to Johnny "Well, cousin, it looks like mission accomplished."
"It certainly does. And a very...hot mission it was at that!"
"What the hell are you two talking about?!?" asked Bannon.
"Why, Mission: Utmost of course. The mission that Johnny and I had each undertaken separately, which just so happened to coincide."
"Exactly. Hadji, remember that night in the South Pacific? I'll take your cock's jump as a yes. It was then that I realized that you were not only a virgin, but also you had some mental block against your own sexuality."
"And you, Dad, were losing the fighting edge that was keeping us safe. The thing is, that kind of intuitive thing comes only from a really good knowledge of your own body. Now, Hadji, you hadn't let yourself explore your body REALLY, and Dad, you were forcing yourself to forget your own body. Johnny and I both discovered that what you both needed was a REALLY good fucking."
"So, we decided to get you two together. The trick was, the attraction had always been there, it just needed some kind of catalyst, something that would allow you two to forget what you thought for a moment and just go for what you felt. Which is why neither Jessie, nor I could have done this alone. You think my father is the ONLY one who's good with nano-bots? Wrong! I know almost everything he knows, and some things he doesn't, as well as how to get in and out of the trailer without making an entry. But, what I couldn't do was get you guys together. Which is where Jessie came in."
"How did you do it, Jess?" asked Bannon.
"Easy. Magic. I know it sounds weird, but I got into magic a few years ago. I'm pretty good. You think these Celtic genes are TOTALLY useless? Hey, even my FATHER'S name is Celtic."
Bannon was furious. He had been manipulated, toyed with, his emotions had been fucked around with...He was livid. "How dare you? What right do you have to fuck around with my head like that? What..." Bannon trailed off as Hadji grabbed and began to pump his cock. "You have to admit, Bannon, it DID bring us together. And I for one am glad of that. If you want me to, I could just stop..." Hadji took his hand off Bannon's cock. "You shall do nothing of the kind, young man." Said Bannon as he enfolded Hadji's hand in his larger one and then brought them both back to his cock. "All right.
I forgive my daughter...and my nephew, who is apparently her lover?" Bannon raised an eyebrow. Jessie dropped her eyes. "Yeah. Johnny and I have been fucking around now for a while. But don't worry about anything. I can prevent myself from getting pregnant, and neither Johnny nor I have any kind of STDs. I made sure of that. And anyway, it's kind of fun having a cousin that's also a lover. And I believe you have no right to talk. After all, you ARE fucking my best friend." Bannon would have answered, but he was too busy receiving a blow-job from Hadji. Hadji looked up from Bannon's crotch only once.
"You're right. It WAS a mission of Utmost Importance." Johnny or Jessie would have answered, but THEY were to busy together on the floor.
Later, back at the trailer, Hadji and Bannon cooked up a story of a criminal mastermind who had kidnapped Jess and Johnny, but had accidentally been blasted out of this universe by a freak accident. Dr. Quest bought the story hook, line and sinker. His only wonder was why the four of them seemed so much...closer, than they had before. Dr. Quest chalked it up to having been in an adventure together. He didn't notice that there was much swapping of rooms that night. Each of the four had only one coherent thought among them that night, and that was that they were ALL glad that the walls were soundproof. ____________________________________________________________________________ ___ I hoped you enjoyed reading this story as much as I did writing it! Much love to all of you!
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