Kim Possible Porn Story: Less Than 1000 Chapter 8

I wish to enter this story into Zaratans December Challenge. And yes, the story itself is once again barely under 1000 words, but it is under 1000. I just kind of started typing with a very basic idea, and here is what I ended up with.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters involved, and I will not be held responsible for tear-damaged keyboards.

Christmas Tears for Kim

Christmas. It was supposed to be one of the happiest days of the year. It was supposed to be full of merriment, and joyous occasions. This year however, wasnt any of those things.

Anne Possible stood next to her six-foot Christmas tree, and looked up at the small angel sitting atop the majestic tree that James, her boys, and Ronald had picked up 2 weeks ago. They were all so proud that they were able to get it inside without dropping a single needle on the floor.

She couldnt believe it had been only two weeks, because it actually seemed longer. A lot, lot longer. The angel at the top seemed to be looking down at her with sad eyes, and Anne couldnt help but let her tears fall.

The voice of her only daughter spoke quietly behind her. Thinking of him again?

Yes, Kimmie. She said, wiping the tears from her eyes. Yes, I was.

Anne turned and looked at Kim, and noticed that she had a sad face too, but no tears graced her cheeks. Still? She asked, knowing that the single word was all she had to say.

I I just dont understand this Mom. Kim said. I am deeply, deeply sadden at his passing, but for some reason, I I just cant cry for him. Is that wrong?

She looked up at her mother for support, and of course she was there for her, just as she always had been. Anne opened her arms, and Kim went into them willingly, pressing her face against the wool sweater her mother was wearing.

Its OK Honey its OK. The tears will come. Trust me, they will.

But its only been a week Mom, since it happened. I mean I should feel something, right? Kim squeezed her mother a little tighter.

Its just taking a bit longer for you Kim. I mean, you were closer to him than anyone else, save for maybe one other, so maybe its because of that closeness you just dont believe hes gone yet.

Kim took a breath, inhaling the scent of her mothers perfume, and stepped back out of the comfortable embrace. How long do you want to leave the tree up this year?

Im not sure. Traditionally we would take it down on January 2nd, but I really dont want to leave it up that long. She then looked down at the floor underneath the tree. I dont suppose you would want to help me clean up this mess now, do you?

Sure Mom. Kim said and started by picking up a large piece of torn wrapping paper.

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For the next hour, Kim and her mother took to the task of cleaning up the mess left after everyone had unwrapped theyre presents. Kim couldnt help but think back to when they all had opened them. There was a distinct lack of enthusiasm. It was as if they were all just going through the motions. Subdued Thank-yous and hugs were the most emotion that was shown.

Kims eyes then glanced over at the small pile of gifts that were meant for him. No one had even dared to try and open them, or even try to figure out what was in them. The sight of these unopened gifts would have been enough to put anyone to tears, but for Kim, all it left was a deep longing in her heart for that one person who was not with them on this Christmas day.

Reaching further underneath the tree to grab a ribbon that had somehow gotten tossed clear in the back, Annes fingers unexpectedly found a small box that no one had known was there. She pulled it out, and when she looked at the tag, her hand shot to her mouth in surprise, and fresh tears pour down her cheeks.

Kim immediately turned when she heard her mother crying again, and saw her on her knees by the tree with a small box in her hand. What is it Mom? What did you find?

I I didnt know th this was h here. Anne said, feeling so choked up she was surprised she could even speak.

Whos that for Mom? Anne didnt say anything, and just handed the small gift to Kim. Apparently it was for her.

Kim took the box from her mothers shaking hand, and looked at the tag. It was from him. She sat down on the floor cross-legged, looked at her mom again and asked, Should I open it?

I really think you should.

But why was it stuffed clear underneath the tree like that?

It Anne said, getting her voice back. It was something he had wanted to give you later. After everyone had already opened gifts.

A strong, yet gentle hand suddenly lay on Kims shoulder. She looked up from her seated position on the floor into his brown eyes, then looked back at her mother. You knew about this?

What is it, Kim? The figure behind her asked, and sat down at her side. Whos that from? She showed him the tag, and he was speechless.

Well? Her mother prompted.

Kim slowly and almost reverently took the small ribbon from the box. She then very carefully removed the paper, not wanting to rip it. After removing the paper, her breath caught in her throat when she saw the name of a popular jewelry store in Middleton.

Oh no Kim said under her breath. He didnt, did he? She had only mentioned it once to him, and only him, what she was missing from her jewelry box.

Carefully she lifted the top off the box, and moved the swath of cotton covering a beautiful silver bracelet made of small, dainty links, and four stones mounted opposite the clasp. They were the birthstones of all of Kims children. Tears finally graced Kim Stoppable’s cheeks, and she finally was able to properly grieve for her lost brother, Timothy James Possible.

The end