Middleton Triangle

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A/N: So now, Ron made the cheer squad with a little push from Bonnie. What is she thinking? I'll leave that for her to explain in the next chapter. Let's see what goes on between Kim and Ron after practice.
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Chapter 3 Tree House

Kim walked stoically out the doors of the school. She was accompanied by Ron who was anything but silent or indifferent. "Talk to me KP. Please tell me what's happening. Please, please please with honey and sugar on it?" he begged as he walked/bounced/dodged/weaved around her.

"Tree house," Kim simply replied as she looked and walked straight ahead.

They stopped at the jewelry store to drop off Mrs. Stoppable's broach. The shop owner said it wouldn't take much time to fix so they waited. Ron impatiently paced the store while the minor repair was done. Kim worked on her Trig homework and suggested he get started on the paper he was to write with Bonnie. Ron sat down, got pen and paper out but couldn't concentrate. His right knee jack hammered so much he couldn't hole the parchment still.

"KP, this is so frustrating," he said as he shoved the pen and paper in his backpack. "Can't you give me a hint?"

"Tree house."

The pin was fixed in ten minutes and Ron bade his thanks and, after holding the door for Kim, bolted after her. "We're going to the tree house now?" Ron said excitedly. "Then we can talk about today, right?"

Kim simply smiled.

Ron practically ran up the side of the tree without using any of the wood boards that were nailed into the side of majestic oak for a ladder. Kim climbed steadily up until her hands breeched the hole in the floor. Ron bodily yanked her into the small room and set her down on the sofa. He paced the tiny floor space and stared at her. "We're here! Can you please, Please tell me what happened today?"

Kim crossed her legs lady-like and put her hands in her lap. "Ron, I'll tell you what I can but Bonnie swore me to secrecy on a lot of it." She blushed a bit. "She's keeping some of my secrets too."

"Oooooh!" Ron stopped and groaned in frustration before he started walking the tiny floor again. "So are they good secrets or bad ones?"

"Wellll," Kim pondered a moment, "it depends on how you look at it. It all may be good news."

"So some of it might be bad?" Ron said, staring at her as he stopped pacing.

"If you look at it from a certain perspective, it could be bad," Kim shrugged.

Ron let out a guttural growl as he wiped his face, top to bottom with one hand. "I thought we didn't keep secrets from each other."

"Normally we don't Ron. I'll tell you what I told Bonnie to keep secret, but I promised her..." A wicked little smile flitted briefly across her lips.

Ron threw his hands in the air. "Okay okay, just tell me what you can. Why don't you start with your little visual... your visual... visual," he pointed at Kim's lap, "you know. What happened at practice when I had you in the one arm push up and your panties weren't... weren't..." Ron started hyperventilating.

Kim got up and helped Ron to the sofa. Rufus came out of Ron's pocket, looked at the two teens and ran over to a corner of the room where his bed and TV were kept. He laid down and flipped on the television. Kim sat down on the floor and leaned on Ron's leg. Her smile increased slightly. "Well, that had something to do with Bonnie."

Ron growled audibly again and threw himself back into the couch. "What does Bonnie have to do with you pulling your panties to the side and flashing me some g... ga... gas...," Ron shook his head, "your private area!?"

"Ron," Kim cooed as she pulled him forward so he'd look at her face, "we've been close like, forever, and I know you think we're almost family."

Ron's goofy grin appeared. "Yeah Kim, like I said this morning. You're like my kid sister."

Kim took Ron's hands in hers. "I don't want you to think of me as your sister. I think we should be closer."

Ron thought for a minute. "A friend?"

Kim shook her head and giggled. "More."

"A close friend?" Ron pondered. "We've always been close friends."

Kim tittered and blushed. "No silly, more!"

Ron thought another minute. Then it hit him. "The only thing left is..." His eye's glazed over as his brain went into overload. "Girl fr, fr, fr."

Kim got up off the floor and sat in his lap. "Right," she said before she kissed him on the cheek. "I want to be your girlfriend, and a lot more. Think the big M."

"But, but, but..." Ron sounded like an old outboard motor as he stared at nothing.

Kim gave Ron a long kiss on the lips, stopping the 'buts.' It also slipped his brain back into gear. "But Kim, what about our friendship?" he softly protested.

"I don't know Ron," Kim said with a small titter. "Most lasting marriages start out as a solid friendship. I think ours is solid enough to take it to the next level." She ran a hand through his golden locks trying to tame his ever-present cowlick. "Haven't you ever thought about it? About us together, forever?"

"I, I've had dreams about us... together." Ron confessed. "I mean, us in a house with a coupla kids... and a dog and cat and Rufus. But my dreams always, I don't know, make me feel kinda sick."

"That's because you think of us as brother and sister." She held his hand up to her cheek. "We're not and you know it."

Ron hung his head and slipped out from under her. He got up, walked to the tiny window and peered out. "I know but... I still worry about what we have right now. I don't want to lose it. I worry that, if we start dating it'll ruin our friendship or you'll find someone better."

Kim got off the couch and walked up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. "Who could I find that's better than you. You practically read my mind. When I'm angry like this morning with Bonnie, you step in and know exactly what to say to calm me down. If I'm ever feeling down, you pick up my spirits with a joke or by doing something silly." She slid under one of his arms and stood so it was around her shoulder. "You complete me Ron. You're my anchor."

"Still," Ron shrugged, hung his head and said weakly, "you might meet your yellow trout."

Kim spun out of the embrace in a fit laughter. "Did you ever read the description of a yellow trout?"

"No."

Kim's laughter shrank to a mild giggle. "It fits Senior Junior to a T. A yellow trout is self absorbed, vain and extremely shallow. Now, does that sound like something I'd go for?"

Ron shook his head, smiled weakly and laughed. "No, not you KP."

"Animology is bogus Ron," Kim said as she wrapped her arms around him again, this time from the front. "It was just a fad that faded away because it only worked for a few people." Kim stood on her tip toes and whispered in his ear, "Did you like your little private show near the end of practice?"

"It was beautiful," Ron marveled. "I've never seen one before. Well, except once in a magazine my Dad keeps under the mattress. Yours is much prettier."

Kim blushed from shock and took a step back. "What? You didn't look when we switched bodies?"

Ron's breathing became heavy and labored as he backed away from her. He panicked, No, no I didn't. I didn't change clothes and when I went to the bathroom..." his voice became weak and he blushed, "I kept the skirt out to cover it."

"Ron," Kim began to blush a deep red as she turned to the window, "I have a confession to make." Her blush was in full bloom when she turned to face him. "I... I took yours out for a test drive."

"Really?" Ron said, blushing a deeper shade of red. "How, uh, how did it handle?"

Kim went to the sofa and plopped down, her head in her hands. "I couldn't get it started."

Ron laughed and sat down next to her. "Well, it can get cranky on a cold winter's morning. And I guess I should tell you, I took yours out for a test drive too. When I went to the bathroom and wiped... I continued to wipe. It felt soooo good."

Kim giggled as she hugged her legs to her chest. "It does when you hit the right spot."

They sat in silence for a minute before Kim tentatively asked, "So, would you like to find that spot again and rub it?"

Ron opened his mouth, then closed it as he shook his head. "As curious as I am, I have a contract with my folks agreeing that I wouldn't have, ah... you know what, before I'm married."

Kim scooted over and sat in his lap again, rapping her arms around his neck and leaning back. "I know. I have the same contract with Mom and Dad. That contract is to prevent us from going all the way. This is only going to third base."

"Third base?" Ron pondered. "I've never connected baseball with... you know."

"It's an analogy Ron." Kim playfully flicked at the hair starting to grow long enough to cover his ears.

"Um, analogy. School word Kim." Ron swatted her hand away from his ear.

"Analogy," Kim started, "it's when you..."

Ron cut her off with a goofy smile as he finally put his arms around Kim's waist. "I know what it is, I was just playin ya. But what's the analogy between baseball and... you know."

"Well, first base is holding hands." Kim took one of Ron's hand in hers and playfully interlaced their fingers. "Second base is kissing." She gave him a peck on the lips and tittered. "Third base is suppose to be lots of fun." Kim started rubbing Ron's growing tent pole. He squirmed a bit and let out a titter of his own."That's when you get to touch everything and play with it. A home run is when you," she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "You know."

Kim landed on her butt when Ron suddenly stood and seethed, "That fink! That dirty! rotten! Rat! FINK!"

Kim got up and tried to grab Ron's arm and calm him down as he pace the room. "Who Ron? Who's a fink?"

"I'll kill him if he says it again! Or if he tells anyone else!" He spun away quickly as Kim was about to latch onto an arm.

"Ron calm down and tell me," Kim pleaded and stomped her foot, "WHO?"

"Josh Monkey!" Ron spat as he paced the room. "We just got done playing baseball in gym class and I told him I could get a home run off you any time I wanted."

"So?"

"Kim!" Ron stopped and turned to her. "This was right after your second date with him. He told me he got a homer off you on your date! I thought he meant you guys went to the batting cages or something."

Kim's face reddened in anger. She growled, "Were you the only one to hear him say it?"

"Yeah KP. We were in the shower alone. I said we fooled around in the back yard a lot and I would always hit a home run."

"Ron," Kim smirked as her anger turned into fits of laughter, "he was just bragging. He was jealous of you and made it all up." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "And I was lobbing those softballs in so you could hit a homer." She kissed him full on the lips.

When the buss ended Ron queried quizzically, "So, you only gave him a kiss?"

"Yeah, at the door," Kim giggled. Her looks became more sultry as she leaned in again. "But you taste much better." Kim kissed Ron long and light as her hands started tugging at the hem of his red jersey. When their lips parted, she huskily whispered, "Do you want to find the spot and show me how to start a cranky piston?" Ron held his hands up in the air allowing her to remove his shirt.

As his hockey jersey hit the floor, Ron gently pulled her lime green, cropped tank top over her head. Kim tittered as his hands immediately found her perpetually pointy pink nipples. He squeezed and rolled them around with his fingertips for a minute before his hands trailed down her belly and undid the button and fly of her blue Capri pants. Ron didn't move to push them down though. His hands circled around, thumbs inside the waist band, to grasp Kim's firm butt as he moved in for another kiss. Kim arched back in the buss as she felt her denims slipping towards the floor. Her hands went for Ron's pants but could only find boxer shorts material.

Kim opened her eyes and said with her mouth still touching his, "Ron, what happened to your pants?"

She couldn't see, but felt his goofy grin. "You know how they sometimes have a mind of their own and head south?"

Kim moved out of the kiss while she began to massage Ron's cock through the sturdy GWA Steel Toe boxers. "Lucky pants. I was ready to rip them to shreds if they were still on you."

Ron's index fingers played around with the elastic of Kim's panties. He frowned. "KP, are you sure you want to do this? Now? With me?"

Kim swiftly but agilely slipped off her sneakers and stepped out of her pants, kicking them to the side. She continued her hand assault on his growing bulge as she wrapped her other arm around his waist. "How long have I been trying to dissuade you of the notion we're siblings?"

Ron closed his eyes, looked at the ceiling and groaned. "Ah... I guess a year now." He stepped out of his cargo pants and shoes.

Kim smiled as her hand left Ron's member and circled around to join her other hand on his ass. "Right." She stepped in and started to grind her pelvis into his. "I know you're just like everyone else, you don't like the concept of incest. I had to get the idea of us as brother and sister out of your head before I could make my move." She emphasized her last words with extra hip undulations.

Ron's breathing became shallow and his head tilted back. "Ohhh Kim. I think my engine is redlining!"

Kim's fingernails dug into the cotton garment and flesh beneath as she threw her hips into high gear. "Mine too!" she yelled.

Their bodies spasmed and jerked in unison at the extremely moist climax of their initial foray into unadulterated adulthood. Two sets of knees buckled slightly as they kissed and almost danced their way to the couch a few feet away, still wrapped in each others arms and clinging to the others posterior. The couple barely made it to the sofa before collapsing. Kim and Ron rolled away from the other with one hand still lovingly caressing the other's glutius maximus.

Ron exhaled loudly. His eye's opened as he rolled back towards her and beamed. "Kimberly Ann Possible, you are definitely not my sister and I just loved what we just did."

Kim rolled over to him, giggled and playfully circled her finger on his chest. "I loved it too. And there's a lot more we can do." Her finger traced down to the front of his boxers and started to tug them off.

"Better watch out KP," Ron warned her with a wry smile. "I think it's kinda wet down there. And I don't mean water wet."

Kim brought a sticky finger to her mouth and moaned as she sucked on it. "Ummm!" she smiled, "a little salty, but I like it." She stood, pushed Ron back into the sofa and stripped off his boxers, tossing them over her head. Neither of them watched as they flew through the entry to the tree house and fluttered to the ground below.

Ron laid down on the couch. Kim stripped off her panties and swung around, positioning her nether region over Ron's face. "Now you can find the spot," she giggled, "while I'll get your motor started again." Kim grabbed the base of his still half erect member and licked up and down the shaft. "I want to see if I can make you blow a gasket," she said hungrily.

"Here goes!" Ron chimed as he brought his hands up to her slightly pink feminine folds. Her gently parted her lower lips. "Wow, it's even prettier up close KP." He fondled the auburn pubic hair before tickling and circling his fingertips around the outside of the slit.

Kim stopped her tongue long enough to giggle and say, " Thank you. Now that you've had the scenic tour, do something with it."

"Like what?"

Kim sighed. "Ron, you know the basics of sex. Get creative." She smiled as she returned her attention to the still growing one-eyed monster in her hand.

"Get creative," Ron mocked as he gently but firmly probed a finger inside Kim. He was pleased to hear Kim moan as her knees involuntarily moved apart slightly. Ron moved his finger in and out a couple of times and giggled when Kim's hips started their own counter thrusts, coming down as his finger was going in. He pulled his digit out and sniffed it. He smiled. Ron gave it a quick taste and smiled bigger. Ron leaned up and started to lick at the opening, getting a full taste of Kim's womanhood. "Wow. I didn't know a fur burger was so tasty," he marveled.

Kim finished slathering Ron's shaft with saliva and licked quickly at the tip a few times. She closed her eyes and took Ron's cock into her mouth. "Ummm!" she hummed, sending vibrations along the shaft, causing a slight spasm in Ron's groin and abdominal muscles. Kim savored some pre cum as his tip slid along her taste buds. She bobbed her head up and down for a minute, finding she could only fit half of its twelve plus inch length into her mouth before it reached her throat. She opened her mouth wider, trying to relax her throat muscles. That did the trick as Ron's cock started sliding further into he oral cavity.

Ron's tongue probed around the warm pink folds and found something hard. He poked and prodded with a fingertip until he exposed the nub hiding under a fleshy hood. "Oh yeah, the little man in a boat!" he thought. He flicked at it with a fingernail before licking it. That elicited another loud moan from Kim, so he smashed his mouth over the nubbin and suckled for all he was worth.

Kim's groin suddenly felt like it was on fire as a rippling orgasm hit her. She gagged and chocked as her mouth let go of Ron's cock.

Ron picked Kim up and gently laid her face down on the couch, patting her back to stop the coughing fit. "Are you okay, KP?" Ron anxiously begged.

When the spasm was over Kim's red face slowly turned as she said, "I guess I shouldn't try to deep throat you when you give me an orgasm." Kim harshly coughed once more before she got up and shoved Ron onto the sofa in a sitting position. She knelt in front of him. "Let's try that again without your magic mouth."

Her mouth went to work again, engulfing his manhood. She smiled around his cock as he slid down into the sofa with a loud groan. Kim grabbed his hips for leverage as her throat widened and slid around his entire twelve plus inches. Her head bobbed up and down for a few minutes before she felt the flesh in her mouth pulse, throb and grow slightly. She pulled away just in time for Ron to unleash his semen into her waiting orifice. Kim looked like a well fed chipmunk, her cheeks bulging, as she sat up and smiled closed mouthed at Ron. Kim swallowed and loudly sighed. "I love the way you taste."

Ron wiped little beads of sweat from his brow before standing and placing Kim on the sofa, seated where he had just been. "If you had an orgasm earlier, I guess that means I found the little man before you got all coughy," he said with a sly smile. He knelt down and spread her legs. "I'd like to find him again. Can I?"

"I dunno," Kim giggled as she coyly stuck an index finger in the corner of her mouth, "can you?"

Ron grimaced at Kim. "I meant may I try to find him."

"Yes Ron," Kim cooed as she spread her knees apart wider. "Yes you may."

Ron gingerly licked around the outside of Kim's lotus-like quim before pulling her petals apart with his fingers. He smiled wickedly before diving tongue first around and into the folds. Kim sank into the couch with an extremely audible moan. Ron found and flicked the nub with the tip of his tongue. Kim shuddered at the ministrations of the largest of Ron's mouth muscles. (Is this an anatomy lesson?) Ron pursed his lips on the hard fleshy sex button. Kim grabbed Ron's head with both hands, smashing him into her loins. Ron shrugged at Kim's intense reaction before taking the sex bud between his teeth and lightly nipped at it. Her legs wrapped around Ron's body and squeezed tightly in a full out, mind numbing, Earth shattering orgasm.

After fifteen seconds of spasms, and a few dozen more in blissful revelry, Kim finally released her sexual grip on Ron's head and body. He rose up gasping for air. "Them are some powerful legs you got there KP," Ron finally said as he caught his breath. "I didn't know whether I was gonna suffocate or drown." He licked her love juice from around his lips and smiled.

Kim rolled onto her side, her hands buried between her legs as she squeaked, "Sorry Ron Sweetie."

Ron stood and picked Kim up in his arms. She wrapped one arm around his back and the other around his neck as she curled into his embrace. "As a close friend of mine likes to say, no big," Ron said as he sat with her in his lap. Silence filled the room for four minutes before Ron spoke again. "KP, do you mind if we just kiss and cuddle? I mean before or after, maybe instead."

Kim pushed up from the hug and warily looked at him. "Do you mean that Ron? I mean I love what we just did but cuddling is what every woman alway wants." She hugged him hard. "I'll put my Pandaroo away. I got me a new Cuddle Buddie."

"Yeah, of course Kim." Ron laughed. "I mean, who wouldn't want to just kiss and cuddle with you?" He grew silent for a moment before he continued. "Besides, my stomach's hurting."

Kim looked up at him with concern. "Are you having sibling thoughts about us?"

Ron's goofy smile appeared. "No. I was so excited about getting back here to the tree house I forgot to stop at Bueno Nacho. I'm hungry!"

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Ron knocked on the open door as he leaned into the room. "Do you have a minute or four to talk?"

"Come in Ronald. I always have time to talk to you."

"Thanks Rabbi Katz. I have a bit of a strange situation I need to discuss with someone," Ron said as he scratched his head and sat down opposite the Rabbi.

The concerned Cleric looked at him. "Tell me what's troubling you Ronald. Is it your grades again?"

"No Rabbi, no," Ron said shaking his head. "My grades are good now. I'm starting to get a lot of B's and it's all starting to make some sense now."

Rabbi Katz smiled. "That's good. Then is it the cheerleading? You make a great Mad Dog Mascot. You're so animated out there, sometimes you're more fun to watch than the game."

"No Rabbi Katz, it isn't that either," Ron said before smiling. "As a matter of fact, I just joined the squad as a full fledged member today." His countenance fell. "No Sir, I got girl troubles."

"Congratulations," Rabbi Katz laughed lightly before becoming serious again. "But girl troubles, is that all. Ronald, if you did something to make Kimberly mad at you, I think..."

Ron cut him off. "No, it's not just Kim, it's Bonnie too. I think they both want me to be their boyfriend."

"Bonnie? Bonnie Rockwaller?" The Rabbi stared at Ron for a moment. "And Kimberly? Oy, do you have a dilemma!" He templed his finger at his lips and thought for a minute. "Tell me your thoughts on each of them."

"Well, as you know," Ron started, "Kim and I have been friends since we were four and we've been through thick and thin on both missions and in general, but I've always considered her like a sister. I know we aren't, but I've been thinking that way for so long it's hard to get it our of my mind. Just an hour ago Kim told me she wants to be my girlfriend and maybe a little more, so we messed around a bit. Don't worry though, we're not going to go all the way. We're honoring our No Sex contracts with our folks."

"That's smart of you two," Rabbi Katz said with a pleasant smile. "And what of Bonnie?"

"Bonnie!" Ron chuckled. "I'm beginning to think she's been putting me down all this time to get me riled, to make me stand up for myself. We majorly got into a huge argument this morning in the hall." Ron's breathing got heavy as he said excitedly, "Suddenly she up and kissed me, big time! I think she got turned on when I stood up for myself and Kim." Ron calmed down as he shrugged. "It's either that or she's gone bonkers and she's hot for my bod."

"Well Ronald," The Good Rabbi said after a moments reflection, "you are a nice boy, always pleasant to everyone and a pleasure to be around. And I've noticed you've started to put on a little muscle and have a nice physique now. Maybe Bonnie has noticed it too." The man in the skull cap looked Ron over and saw he was dressed in slacks and dress shirt. "And you're dressing better for Bonnie maybe?"

"Mainly Kim. She and her friend Monique have been trying to get me to dress up more for years." Ron sighed. "You know that's not my style, I'm a casual kinda guy. I shouldn't have to change for anyone. I should just be myself, right?"

Rabbi Katz shook his head slowly as he took in the nattily dress boy. "It wasn't my place to say anything, not until you asked." The Rabbi practically exploded, "But Ronald! There's casual, then there's you! You take casual to a whole new level!! You should dress better if you want to make something of yourself in this world. Dress for success is not just a saying, it's a fact. So you lose the hockey jersey and dress like you are now. What harm is there in that?"

"But..."

Rabbi Katz looked at his wristwatch. "Oy, look at the time. I'm sorry but I have somebody coming in for counseling soon and I have to ask you to leave. The person doesn't want anyone to know they are here."

Ron grinned. "I understand." He stood and shook the Rabbi's hand. "Thanks for listening. Maybe I can come back some other time."

Rabbi Katz smiled warmly. "Ronald, I will think about your problem and let you know when I have more time to talk. Until then, be patient. The answer will come to you in God's good time. Just remember my boy, women are God's greatest mystery. If men knew all about them there wouldn't be any fun or excitement in the world." The Rabbi's face brightened more. "And it sounds like you're just getting to know the fun and excitement."

They shook hands again as Ron exited the room. Rabbi Katz waited until he saw Ron walking down the sidewalk from the window. He looked at the ceiling and said, "Okay Kimberly, you can come down now." The vent opened and Kim agily dropped to the floor. "You know you could have waited in my bathroom over there," Rabbi Katz said, motioning to the door opposite his office entry.

Kim simply smiled. "I know Rabbi Katz, but Ron might have wanted to use it. I don't mind hiding in the ducts." Kim giggled before adding, "Your air vents are the cleanest I've ever been in. Now, shall we get back to our lesson? I'm anxious to get through this so I can convert."

"Kimberly," the holy man said, shaking his head, "you've been through the cantillation classes and had me as your private tutor for almost a year now. Why don't you tell Ronald what you are doing?"

Kim thought for just a second before she shook her head. "No, I want it to be a surprise when I go before everyone and read from the Mahzor and Torah for my Bat Mitzvah. You heard Ron just now. He still thinks of me as a sister every once in a while but the idea is fading fast. He knows I want more from him than just friendship."

Rabbi Katz looked at Kim with concern. "By the time you finish here you may lose him to Bonnie. You've already told him you want to be his girlfriend, tell Ronald everything and let him help. To use a baseball analogy, you've rounded third and are half way home. Don't get thrown out at home plate. Be a couple now."

The analogy hit Kim strangely but she said, "I'll think about it." She opened her book and started to read to the Rabbi.