Danny Phantom Porn Story: luckiest man alive chapter 4
This scene was supposed to appear somewhere in the unfinished later chapters of LMA. I now present it to you for your enjoyment (?).
Danny opened the door to his room and went inside. Closing the door behind him, he leaned against it with his eyes closed and let out a loud sigh. It had been one helluva day, with no less than three ghost girls, one of whom was his clone and genetic daughter, chasing him and ravishing him all over the place. With help from Tucker and Amorpho, he had managed to avoid the three girls, although for how long, he couldn’t say.
“Rough day?” A voice asked him.
“You have no idea.” He answered. Registering that the voice was female and coming from his bed, his eyes snapped open. The sight that was waiting for him caused his eyes to not only nearly pop out of his head, but his jaw to hang open and almost hit the floor.
There, lying on his bed and wearing naught but an emerald green silk bathrobe, was his older sister. Jazz’s hair, normally held back by a blue headband, was hanging loose, framing her face with her auburn locks. Danny’s eyes trailed down from her face, to the smooth skin on her throat, down towards her bosom, which, due to the fact that her bathrobe was half-open, revealed that she was most definitely NOT wearing a bra. Danny gulped. Turning around, he was about to open the door when a green wall of light shimmered to life, blocking the door. He turned and saw his sister holding a remote control.
“It’s a little something of Mom’s that I modified. It creates a cube the size of a room which lasts for an hour and lets nothing get in or out. So, little brother… We’re more or less trapped in here for the next sixty minutes. Whatever can we do to pass the time?” Jazz twisted a lock of her hair around her finger while doing so, and then deliberately leaned forward, giving Danny an ample view down her cleavage.
“I…err… uhm…” As Danny struggled to keep his nose from spewing blood, Jazz slowly got up and walked towards him. Paralyzed, Danny kept absolutely stilll as Jazz walked right in front of him and ran a finger down the bridge of his nose. He gulped.
“You know, I know that there’s something really wrong with me. I keep having these weird flashbacks about events that have happened to me that I know aren’t mine. Memories of a different time, a different place.” She smirked. “Ours was a forbidden love even then. That didn’t stop the other me from wanting the other you though. So I thought, if those memories were really mine, only from a different lifetime, then… what’s stopping me from getting what I want?”
“And w-what d-do y-you want?”
Jazz leaned into his ear.
“I want you, little brother.” She murmured. Moving her head back, she gazed into his eyes for a moment before moving in for a heated kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring, probing, teasing him to do the same. There was a moment of hesitation on Danny’s part, as his consciousness vainly tried to assert itself, before Dante, Jasmine’s lover’s consciousness, took over. He broke away, and when he looked into her eyes, it was with a sense of recognition.
“Jasmine… Oh God…”
“Dante…”
Their lips met again, and this time Danny’s tongue took the initiative, plunging into Jazz’s mouth with wild abandon. Their hands roamed all over each other as they stumbled backwards toward the bed. When Jazz felt the edge of the bed hit the back of her knees, she spun around and threw Danny onto the bed. Before he could protest, she had flung off her bathrobe, revealing her fully-naked body, before jumping onto Danny.
“You, my love, are wearing entirely too many layers of clothing.” She smirked, before yanking off his shirt. Danny chuckled at her excitement.
“Eager, aren’t we, princess?”
“You have no idea…”