Bonding Part 1

Jessica wants to catch up and catch.

Something inside Jessica snapped. It was probably the part of her with critical thinking skills.

But it felt good. Snapping and just… letting go. It felt like a continuous jolt of electric pleasure, hot and everywhere, muscle melting relief. All of her frustrations melted away. Her face turned blank for a second and she stopped her ministrations. While cum sat and dried on her pretty, masked face like plaster. While it did, she was crunching numbers.

A normal ejaculation produced anywhere from 2 to 5 milliliters. There is anywhere from 100 million to 1 billion sperm in those amounts. There was a lot more than 5 milliliters on Jessica's face. It was like she'd swum through a spermbank. Her face was caked like it had been a blank canvas. It was the finished piece now and she had to look up through the mask so the painter, Peter, could see the masterpiece he had created. It was a new can of worms for her but since she already stuffed her mouth his cock it was too late to worry about it.

Her mask was heavy with cum, making her half-lidded and drunk looking as she looked up at Peter. His smell was in her nose, his musk and cum and… something else. Something so… so good. It made her tremble. Definitely more than 5 milliliters. Definitely more than a billion sperm. She'd done this. Coaxed it out of his balls and all over her- well, everything. It was in her hair, dripping down her chin onto her small-ish chest, her quivering thighs and in between her legs, cooling on the ground in chunks like paste.

Jessica didn't need another reminder that she was messed up in the head but she got one anyway. She felt prideful that she'd been able to do this… To Peter. Get him to empty his big, heavy balls all over her face. In front of everyone. That's what made her grin and cheer. She got his moneyshot and wore it like a badge of pride. Kitty Pryde probably hadn't done anything like this for him. Wouldn't do it for him because Jessica already had. Maybe if the X-Man asked nicely.

That was a loud reminder. Enough to wake her up. Jessica licked her lips, slurped up a heavy and fat rope of cum sticking to her face from her bottom lip to her chin. All the times she remembered him sliding a hand up and down his fat cock while she 'watched'? Sucking his dick in public? Totally going on the fridge of her personal memories.

She started stroking him again, deciding it was best to cap off the occasion with a kiss . The occasion that turned her from a slightly disturbed, spider-powered teenage girl without a family to one that sucked her brother's cock in addition to the other stuff – in front of people. Very, very important. She planted a fat, pouty kiss on his cock to cement this new truth of her life.

There was probably a chance she'd be crouched in a shower later, but with the way her pussy quivered and clenched as his cock touched her lips again, Jessica didn't think so. This was so the wrong thing to be doing, but the right choice for her.

Her mask was so showered in cum that she could barely see him. The gooey stuff was chunky and thick, ropes laid on her face, clogged the threading of her suit. She'd never get those out. Jessica wondered if she even wanted to while she jerked him off. She needed to breathe eventually so she lifted the mask over her nose.

The oxygen let her think clearly. Barely. 'This is Peter,' she thought, as if the cock in her face was clue enough. She stared at it drearily with a crooked, not-at-all-there smile. 'You know Peter- y-your brother? So messed up… This is so messed… shouldn't be doing this… So sick… so…. Good.'

In the back of her mind where the scent of his jizz couldn't or hadn't reached she wondered about why he looked… different. That was the word for it. His cock was still the same, as thick as her arm and congruous with pulsing, throbbing veins. His balls were swollen even after emptying on her face – when was the last time he came?

But Peter was easily over six feet tall, dwarfing her. She was definitely the shorter twin. On her knees he towered over her, casting a shadow down on her cum covered face while she slurped and sucked him down, absently like that was the normal thing to do. And the more Jessica thought about It the more normal it got. It wasn't like anyone ever wrote a handbook for how to greet the guy who you were cloned from. She shot webbing from her fingertips. Weird as she was, this was totally not a big stretch. Completely not.

She looked at his cock crosseyed and Peter jerked in post-orgasm delirium, groaning deeply. It left a trail of seed hanging thickly from her nose that Jessica tried multiple times to catch before she actually did.

She could only ever suck her brother's dick once, right? Yolo, or something. Now she'd never have to deal with the awkwardness of wanting to do it or having done it again. And this… wasn't as awkward as she fantasized it being – fantasies where they'd inevitably succumb to each other and Peter would fuck her behind his bedroom door while Aunt May was cleaning the house, unaware. Damn Japanese cartoons.

It wasn't awkward at all to stare him in the eye and giggle like she had too much to drink – and she didn't even drink – while she drank his cum straight from the tap. It was easy. If she had a clearer head, or actually cared, Jessica supposed she'd be wondering why, and why she was hearing a pervert version of itsy-bitsy with the words, "Out came the cum," instead of just wanting making up for lost time with Peter.

Her Peter. Her brother, Peter. And his peter too. They had a lot to talk about.

She burped, quietly, feeling a heavy chunk of his sperm plop into her stomach. "So… good to see ya Pete," she said drunkenly. Casually. Like she wasn't focused on stroking his cock while her fingers shuffled up her pussy.

Peter was just as bad. She felt the shiver shoot down his spine and through his cock. It jumped in her hand and Jessica covered it with her mouth on reflex. "Good… Good to see you too Jess?"

He was biting his lip to keep from groaning. He groaned anyway and she smiled triumphantly. She did that. Not Kitty or MJ or anyone! She did. It sent a jolt of hazy pleasure through her that made her suit soak through. His head rocked back and Jessica squeezed the end of his shaft, just under his bulbous cockhead. The barest amount of cum eeked out under the pressure, the last of so many wads she could remember splotching against the bedroom, bathroom, shower walls or even ceilings during long, lonely feverish jerk off sessions. Now it'd be over her tongue.

"Oh, fuuuunnn," she slurred, "Big… big… big-" She couldn't bring herself to say brother or bro to save her life even after he had inseminated her stomach. That had to count for something. "How was your day?" She asked, like a good sibling.

"Oh, hah, so far so… good, fuck, Jess!" Peter laughed hazily. Somehow she knew he was thinking the same thing she was. That made her feel relieved. It was his praise that made her feel hot. Empty. Turned on more than anything.

Her lips curled stupidly, a satisfied smirk. "We… kicked ass, didn't we?" She clicked her tongue. It wasn't entirely true. Peter kicked ass, she just sucked his dick. She helped. Jessica was fine with that.

She looked over at the Burning Man's cocooned body. A threatening weapon aimed to shoot her in the face, and it already had, Jessica had to be honest. It didn't look like the Burning Man moving inside. It didn't look or feel like either one of them cared. Too wrapped up in their cocoon of lust to notice anyone but each other. She was giving Peter the honor of her first blowjob so her concern leaned more toward the fact that Peter had been set on fire. That she needed to make the pain and throbbing and… hot cum, go away. She could only do that by swallowing. So she did, again.

Not bothering to pop off, she raised her hand. Her fingers left her needy, ignored pussy with a wet schlpp sound. "High-five?" She asked, sounding more like "Mmphmf phuve?"

Peter's large hand met her in the middle. "We totally deserve a reward for this. Not asking for much," she slurred, and it crossed her lust addled mind that she was technically homeless now. That sucked. Her money was waterlogged, burnt up with her jeans. With a tummy full of sperm she wasn't hungry now, at least. And… if the nights got cold she'd have to definitely depend on her twin to warm her up. "I'm thinking… a room to catch up on. Simple stuff, you know?"

Peter's voice was low. Husky. Jessica shivered. "You mean..."

She licked her lips, trying to be casual and knowing it went out the window when her pussy was throbbing on his face earlier. That had been about the time she felt her brain stop working. Or caring. Both. "I'm fine with the side of a building honestly," she said.

They could pair up on a web-hammock to keep warm. Anywhere but the docks was fine. For some reason she had a feeling Peter would agree. "I'm just really happy to see you again, Pete."

She made it obvious, a show of arching her back and popping him back inside her mouth with a low, completely and totally perfunctory moan like she was saying hello. It was a clone hello that got... more, as she got emboldened by Peter's low, drawn out, "Fuck." Her pussy quivered and dripped and Jessica bobbed up and down like his cock was a sucker, when they both knew she was.

She wondered what the look on J.J.J and Aunt May's face would be like if they saw him getting his cock sucked like this. And poor Kitty Pryde. Jessica had become a self-fulfilling prophecy. Had done the very thing she was afraid she'd do – steal Peter away from his girlfriend. Whoops.

"I think I know a place," Peter said, seeing her go stiff and rigid and stupid. He held out his hand. Jessica took it after sucking her fingers clean.

She licked her lips at the thought of where he'd take her. Maybe an alleyway. Some place romantic? A rooftop. "Lead the way."

In seconds hey found her legs were about as sturdy as jelly. Peter helped her up and she sloppily hopped on him, clearing his fleshy pole before it could impale her. She wrapped her arms around his muscular neck, her meaty thighs around his waist. The fat of her ass had him sandwiched in the juice-soaked material of her suit. She sighed at the feeling, and made a half-hearted wave to their audience as Peter jumped off.

The water streamed down over Jessica's long, brown hair. Her eyes closed and the world drained away. She thought of nothing but the droplets of water and the steam around her. And the insistent throbbing of her pussy.

She and Peter barely had enough sense between them to get her into a shower. She smelled like a dock, low tide, but it was the fact that Peter was just about ready to bend her over that made her think better of fucking in-costume. She placed her hand on her chest, ended up idly tweaking her had been ready to fuck… If... when they did, Jessica wanted to be her best.

The door opened. Jessica smiled wide and pulled her hair back. The webbing from before, with the fight with the Mehicano-Gecko, was still caked in there. There was nothing she could do about that, though.

'I guess that's his cue,' she thought, then turned, seeing his silhouette through the shower door. He was taller, bulkier. More muscled than she remembered. Her opposite. Her twin.

Jessica could feel him wondering, knowing what he was thinking. It tickled the back of her head. Almost like a spider-sense. She wondered, for a second, if he was having second thoughts. Her stomach knotted. Hearing his thoughts instead of… whatever this was, would be good. But then she'd be Jean Grey. Jessica did not want to be Jean Grey.

Then she realized that wasn't it. His hand was at his crotch. Insistently trying to put his cock down."Damn it," he grunted. That brought back memories.

Jessica slid the door back and peeked out. She pursed her lips. "Uh, hey," she said, more cute than awkward. She realized that they were probably on the news right now. And the internet. Peter thought so. She thought he did.

Their eyes met. Peter had taken his mask off all sloppy-like. It was capped on his head where she could see most of his face, his eyes, but he looked different. Not just because he shaved his head. The amount of hair in the sink was a lot. She hadn't expected either one of those.

She could see one eye of his. Unlike hers, were a brownish-hazel. Hers were a greenish-hazel. His face was matured. Handsome, not boyish like she remembered. Peter had become a man since she last saw him. All Jessica could say was that her growth had gone to her lower half. She hoped he wasn't too much of a breast-man to not turn her into a woman properly.

He hadn't taken his costume yet either. Jessica hadn't asked why, or why it looked worse than his original one, like he had made it on the road, or something. Why, how he could afford a room at the Four Seasons Hotel, in the Presidential Suite of all places. The Parkers hadn't even been able to afford a new stove, much less a small car.

Or how he afforded a ticket to Houston? Why he was in Houston. Jessica hadn't asked. Not yet. And when her mouth opened but nothing came out when she saw he was… wearing boxers over the part of his costume that she made a hole in. If it was to conceal the weapon between his legs it wasn't doing a good job at all. An effort in futility. He was fiddling with his cock like it was a tool. She supposed it was, in a way. If he wanted to hide it, all he had to do was ask her to say "Aah."

Jessica snickered, water running down her face. "Are undies on the outie in style now?" She quipped, pointing at the black boxers covering his red suit.

"Would be if I had anything to say about it," Peter grumbled to himself.

"Going for the Superman look, huh?"

"Not a chance in hell…" Peter muttered. His voice was the opposite of hers. Hard instead of light. A baritone and all she had was breathy air. "I had my way, spandex would be 'outie' too."

Jessica leaned against the front shower wall. She stuck in place with her powers while the water crested down the arch of her back. "Don't like spandex anymore?" She asked, genuinely curious.

Peter jerked. "I hate it," he said. More force than she had expected too.

Well, that was new. As if everything was normal she danced her finger around, at his suit while doubling down again that this was normal for them. At least after today. If she couldn't hold a conversation with Peter after they almost fucked, after she'd blown him, swallowed his cum, well, that wasn't an America she wanted to live in.

They'd go to Mexico then. Together. Be a pain in a druglord's ass in between fucking each other. It was a good plan. Jessica liked it, was excited to be a part of it.

'Yeah, you're such a great tactician, Drew.' "So… what's with the suit?" She asked, sighing at herself, not discontentedly. It was weird having to look up at him so her eyes inevitably fell to his crotch, where it was less weird and more of the same from before.

"Made it," Peter said helpfully. He gave up on keeping his dick not-as-hard as before. The second he it poked out at her like a compass to true North. "Ah, well. Shit."

She didn't know what he was trying to do, but it was fun to watch him play. Funner to watch him get hard because of her. All because of her… "I am flattered! I mean- well I never! Well, just the once," she said in mock offense.

He tilted his head. Jessica couldn't see herself in the smoked up red lense of his mask. "You're… something, Jess." He said.

Peter shook his head and Jessica knew he could think clearer now. Her stomach dropped like a lead weight. Did he regret what they'd done? What she'd done? God, she messed up… she really had fucked up didn't she?

She couldn't keep the anxiety out of her voice. "G…Good something, or…"

His hand touched hers at the shower door where the rest of her body was hidden. She'd wanted to be coy about it. They had oral sex, but this… she wanted to have…. Something. A grand reveal. Now she was afraid reality was knocking at the door of her fucked up fantasies.

"Hey, come on…" Peter said, seemingly in tune with her thoughts. "If you weren't… If this wasn't-"

He stepped back. "Jess, my dick is hard. For you. What does that even mean?"

She felt immediately better. His cock twitched in the boxers. She licked her lips and imagined the smell. The pent up musk of his balls and all the precum that just had to be beading from his prick and soaking through…

"Uh… definitely it's a… physiological phenomena, yep. That… requires… looking into," she nodded to herself. "Because, obviously, cumming didn't help the swelling." She licked her lips, swallowed.

"Obviously…" Peter exhaled like he was trying to hold back. Jessica didn't want him to.

"On my face," Jessica continued. "Cumming. On my face."

"On your face," Peter repeated.

Jessica opened the shower door a bit and stepped back. Peter followed. "In… my mouth," she pressed, punctuating every word with a pop of her pink, pouty lips.

"…In your mouth." Peter was getting undressed now, barely having enough sense to take off the torso of his costume. Jessica tore it off and did the same to his boxers, his mask, closing the distance between them. By then he was already one foot in the door and once cock at her stomach.

"In my hair. All over my suit," she said, staring into his eyes with innocence she knew she didn't have. "You came all over me, Peter. Why?"

Peter slammed her up against the wall. There was something wrong, something primal between them. Electric, borderline growling. She felt his control and tested it. His hunger, his pain and anger and emotion and wanted it all. Wanted to comfort him, wanted to invite him in. Wanted to… catch up.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, tight like a spider around her prey, and he bucked at her, but she bucked away at the last second. His fat prick slammed against her clit and his shaft nearly gave her friction burn as it ground up to poke her in the solar plexus, making her see stars.

"Augh! Tell… tell me," she said, all the sense for idle chat out of her head out of her mind. 'Good.' "Please?" she demanded, desperate sounding. "Why'd you cum on my face, big brother?"

Peter swallowed, grit his teeth, He shook his head. He obviously had more self-control than she did. Jessica liked that. A lot. She liked it even more when he breathed and panted and panted into the crook of her neck like a wild bull. Liked helping it all melt away inside her, because of her. Peter didn't need to regret anything. She wasn't going to. And he didn't need to control himself… because she wasn't going to either.

Her legs tightened, her strength clenching his body closer than any other girl, Kitty or MJ or whoever-the-fuck, could. They couldn't do for him what she could. His cock pulsed against her flat, toned, tight stomach and Jessica cooed at how it ground against her abs. "You can tell me…" She said gently, hugging him. "Why'd you cum on my face? Be honest."

Peter yanked away. Jessica felt her legs give a little. He stared down at her, hanging over her like when she was on her knees. "Why'd you suck my cock?" He growled, turning the tables, Jessica felt… something. Something hot. Her cunt tightened. "You can tell me, Jess," he hissed.

She licked her lips. "Because it tasted good," she said brazenly, breathing. He looked at her with wild, untamable eyes like an animal. An animal she wasn't going to let the day end without bucking like a prized bull. Or rooster. "Because I wanted to." She put her hand on the back of his head and gently eased him back to her neck. He calmed down and she melted inside, whispered into his ear. "Because I wanted to."

His teeth raked against the skin of her neck. Possessive and hot with his breath. Her legs tightened, her stomach clenching against his prick while he mashed it against her and her navel. "Why'd you swallow me then?" He asked, gently licking the welts his teeth left, and she knew the tabled had turned again.

He kissed her collarbone. Jessica could feel her pussy stream with her juices. "Because your balls were full," she said.

"Don't lie."

Jessica pushed him back with one hand, barely managing to get distance between them. He was… strong. Stronger. She had a feeling he only moved because he wanted to. Because he had the same idea as her. They were twins after all.

"Because I wanted to," she repeated, heavy. Throaty. She was back against the wall in seconds, slammed there so loud the bathroom shook. It didn't hurt, but she was sure the wall was a little cracked. Her rear-cushioning took most of the pushing. "I didn't want it to go waste… You already came on my face Peter!" She ensnared him in her legs again. "It'd be a waste!"

"On your face," he repeated. Jessica could see it now. The fight in his eyes, no, the control. It was gone. On her hips now, lifting her up by her flushed, milky skin until she was looking down at him while the water fell on them.

"In my hair…"

"On your costume…" Peter grinned. Jessica thought she saw his eyes turn… no, her eyes shut when he put his face to her chest and sucked her nipple, attacked her breast and mauled the other one. "Sorry."

Jessica cooed. "I'm not..."

"Not about that," Peter said. Jessica was then vaguely away of being dropped. Then the world started to go hazy. Her eyes started to cross and trail off as a trail of drool seeped from her mouth. "About cumming all over your pussy."

Jessica blinked empty-headedly. She looked down and saw herself impaled, stuck, and his cock was inside her. Not all the way, nowhere close, but… fuck, she could feel herself stretching. Hear it between her ears and in her brain as some of it just… popped away, off to vacation. He was inside her, finally, and it felt so damn good.

She cried out and fell on him, her head on his shoulder. She slid down slow and Peter stuffed her gently, otherwise she was sure she'd be split in half. She was vaguely aware of her own voice now. "Mmn! Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck…" Jessica sobbed, rubbing her face into his neck. She raked her teeth along him too, along his jawline and bit at him, licked at him while every torturous inch stuffed her twat like she'd been waiting for it to.

"You… You haven't…" she barely brought herself to speak. "You haven't done… fuck, god, Peter, you- mn!" Jessica felt her pussy seize around him. Lights flashed in front of her eyes and she didn't know when, but she picked her head up from his shoulder. She was drooling. " No… cum… in pussy," she said, her tongue feeling like it wasn't there. "N-No…"

Peter pulled away and she dribbled a moan. Her saliva having more presence in her mouth than her own tongue. Peter peeled back her clenching legs like they were wet noodles. They felt like it. The only reason she was up because his hands were on her waist, but she wanted them on her ass. His mouth moved but Jessica barely understood. His tongue was wagging, but she wanted it in her mouth. "No? Don't cum in your pussy?" He asked, all too calm now. Because of the self-control.

Looking into his eyes her cunt clenched again and she felt her juices leaking down like the water over them. She was fine with not having any control with him if it meant this. "N-No…" she slurred some more. That wasn't what she meant!

Peter started to pull out. As the inches left her, all the way up to the ridged cap of his cockhead, Jessica tried and failed to bring him close again. They had so much to talk about… but it would come after this. It had to, she needed this!

"I'm getting mixed signals, honestly Jess." Peter breathed deeply, but his façade was crumbling. Another inch slammed inside her and his nostrils flared in satisfaction. "Mmf, you should be honest with me."

He was torturing her. Honest to caress torture. She couldn't think of anything better. Maybe being on a bed while he did it on top of her. The floor. Ceiling. Wall. Oh wait, she was already there. Her mind was somewhere else. "No…!" She managed to say, growling. Jessica licked her lips. She tried to be angry and have some control but it all slipped through her fingers and soaked her pussy. His balls. And she was sure a few thousand of her braincells went with it.

And Peter's balls… she hadn't even felt them against her yet! She couldn't let this end before that!

Jessica brought up her legs, all weak, and squeezed with more strength than she had presently. Her legs crushed against Peter's waist and she felt her mind break, for a second. Then two, then three… and she couldn't see anything anymore.

Jessica woke up. She was drooling again and wondered if it was a dream, but his tongue was in her mouth. Her tongue was… just laying there, twitching like her legs locked around his waist. She smiled crookedly. "No… Not cum in…" She gulped in air. "Not yet, kay?"

She tried to fight his tongue off as best she could. Valiant. Jessica had a feeling she'd lost the first time she lost consciousness. Losing was fun with Peter. "So, so fun…"

"Not yet," Peter repeated. Panted, while his tongue licked her all over from hers to her neck and breasts. He… liked them. All Jessica could offer to that was a, weak, hoarse, "Yay."

Jessica nodded into the kiss and he nodded back, their noses rubbing against each other like this was romantic instead of her ass to the wall, his balls-to-her-box kind of fuck. She could feel them churning. She smiled, her mind pushed out and leaking over his cock, making at least half the wet, sticky noise as he started to slam it inside her while she creamed herself stupid. At least thirty percent of it was his precum. She wondered if she'd get pregnant from that.

"You promise…?" She asked, in her own world at that point.

Peter pinned her against the wall and she felt his balls slap against the meat of her ass. His hands clutched possessively at her, digging into her flesh, heating her. She thought she lost consciousness again. "Promise."

She touched her pouty, reddened lips and rubbed them in plain sight while he watched. Then she sucked her fingers clean of the fuck-mixture they made. They were such a good team. "Seal it with a kiss," she said, and outstretched her arms. "Ready for the most awkward- mh!"

Peter's tongue was in her mouth again. Jessica thought she did a good job at fighting it back but she knew she didn't. At the very least she swallowed some of his saliva that he'd never get back, so who was the real winner there? "Not… hahah," she broke out into a spastic, fuck-drunken giggle-fit against him. "Not like that…"

Jessica pointed to her lips again, puckered them all romantic-like. "Like this."

She put her arms out again. And Peter kissed her. Again. Long and hot, soft, the wet smacking of their lips until they couldn't breathe. Her arms were around his neck. His were around her waist. The water was starting to get cold but Jessica didn't care. This felt… right.

More than a hundred billion… over a trillion of his sperm had been all over her face. Jessica came, hard, thinking about it. About how it'd feel inside her. Her legs shook while Peter used her hips like handlebars. She held onto his neck like one too, gurgling. Was she going to get pregnant from this? From Peter? This was so fucked up. She was fucked up. Peter was fucking her up.

And it felt good.