Danny Fenton/Phantom

The bright light of the morning sun awoke peeked through the window, falling upon Danny Fenton's face. After a few moments of tossing and turning in defiance, he admitted defeat and retreated from the safe haven of his bed.

He stretched briefly from head to toe, drawing out a series of pops from his stiff joints. He looked at himself in the mirror briefly to examine the bruises and cuts he had picked up last night during the ghost hunt.

He turned away from the mirror before looking back with an appraising eye. Black hair stuck out at odd angles and tired blue eyes looked back at him. He had a lean physique from his night time profession but he probably wouldn't turn into one of the football players anytime soon.

Gathering his stuff he quickly headed for a quick shower before the daily grind of high school.

Danny, refreshed by the shower, joined his family at the table. Quickly grabbing a bowl of cereal he sat down and glanced around the table.

To his immediate left was his big sister Jazz. Man was he glad that everything was alright with her. She was the only member of his family who knew that he was half-ghost. He was glad that he could confide in her again. She had a long waist length red hair pushed back by a light blue head band. It fell around her shoulders and perfectly framed her bright blue eyes. She noticed him looking at her and smiled with her red colored lips. He smiled back at her before moving next person at the table.

Did Dad EVER stop wearing the HIDEOUS bright orange jump suit. His father Jack was a stocky man who was obsessed with ghosts to the ****. Out of all the people at the table, he was expecting his dad to react the worse when his secret got out. He was somewhat clumsy but he could design anti-ghost weapons in his sleep... True, they might not work right away but he had been on the receiving end of them more then once. When he wasn't on a ghost hunt or designing a new weapon, he was actually fairly laid back. He was currently sketching some new device in a notebook while idly biting into his breakfast. Moving on...

He idly looked over at his mother, Maddie. She was idly eating a couple pieces of toast as she peaked over at what Jack was doing. The hood of her blue hazmat suit was down revealing her auburn hair and purple eyes. He was more relaxed at the proposition of her learning his secret then his father. She was the one who made Jack's inventions work for the most part and was fully trained for combat, making her a dangerous opponent while he was in the field. He had to admit, she had taken care of herself very well. Her martial art training left her with a lean form that filled out her skin tight suit. Her large breasts seem to strain against the material of the suit and he had to admit he might like to see-

'STOP!' Danny halted that thought process as soon as he realized where it was headed. She was his mother, damn it! He wasn't allowed to think about her like that... and he definitely didn't have a hard on from his momentary discretion.

“Danny?” Jazz's voice broke through his thoughts. He looked to see her rise from her seat, brushing a few errant crumbs from her black shirt. The movement idly pulled his attention to her own tits. Definitely not as large as Maddie's, but they looked like they would fit perfectly in his hands. He quickly squashed that thought process as he realized that she had said something.

“Huh?” Danny said, looking up at Jazz. He idly cursed himself for not thinking of a more intelligent response.

“I said, do you want a ride to school?” Jazz said, with a raised eyebrow. Had she noticed where he was looking?! At any rate, he could either get a ride from Jazz or walking to school with Sam and Tucker.