Jean screams

Storm knew that the air-conditioning in the mansion was struggling to cope with the summer heat, and since their normal human air-conditioner Bobby Drake was out on a date, she thought she'd visit her fellow mutants' rooms to provide some cool breezes and a light rain. She'd expected some gratitude but not the paroxysms of delight that Jean was experiencing. She wondered whether to leave, but found herself glued there, watching Jean writhe around on her bed.

Jean, on the other hand, had not noticed Storm, even telepathically. The red-headed beauty was totally tuned into the blue-furred Beast, as his mind was filled with images of her. It was one particular unforgettable image that pushed them both over the edge, in oh so different ways, so that just as Hank started creaming, Jean started screaming, her hands rapidly moving from her wet pussy to her tear-dampened face, holding her head as she dropped the mental link.

At first, Ororo had thought Jean was emitting a scream of ecstasy, but when the screaming didn't stop, she rushed over to comfort Jean, flinging her arms around her. For a second the scream got louder as Jean suddenly realized that she wasn't alone in the room, and then the screaming became sobs as Ororo held her and Jean Grey's tears flowed over Ororo's breasts, and then the sobbing subsided and it was just their two warm bodies pressed against each other.

Jean looked into the face of the older woman, as Ororo stroked her arm. She wanted to tell Ororo what she'd just seen, but she herself was in denial. Jean was grateful that Storm wasn't pressing her for answers, and even more grateful that the statuesque African goddess was pressed against her.

"Take your time," said Storm, her hand wiping away Jean's tears. "Everything will be alright."

Jean would have been content to stay silent, but she knew that what she just saw might drive her mad if she kept it to herself and didn't share it.

"I was in Hank's mind and saw myself, my other older self, just before I... she became Dark Phoenix."

Ororo looked at the pain in the young girl's face, and instinctively knew what she was referring to. "Is this about Jason Wyngarde? About Mastermind? What he did to you?"

Tears came once more to Jean's eyes as she hugged Ororo tightly. "I saw it, saw it all. How could he do it? How could he do something so degrading to me, control me in that way?"

"Hank doesn't know everything that happened then, he was probably just imagining it," said Ororo, as her mind went back to those terrible days.

"No, I can see it in your mind too," said Jean, forcing herself not to pull away from her friend. "No wonder that 'me' became Dark Phoenix. I've read minds all my life, brushed against so many weird fetishes and fantasies, and I've never come across anything that sick before. He made her... he made her..." Storm gripped her tighter as a trembling Jean **** herself to finish the sentence, the tears flowing, "he made her dress like Emma."

"There, there, child, that was a different you, and it's all over now."

"I know, but how can I take my mind off it?"

"Well, you could carry on what you were doing," suggested Ororo.

Jean's face turned as red as her hair. "You... you saw me?"

Ororo smiled, placing her hands on Jean's warm cheeks. "It's natural, child. If it makes you feel any better you can watch me."

No more words were said, or needed to be said, as the two of them parted, looking at each other across the room as their few items of clothing were discarded and rain dripped down on their naked bodies. It looked like it was going to be a long and stormy night.