Bonding Part 2

Jessica shifted on her feet. They were tingly, wet, and kind of cold. She felt her body herself listing off to the side. Next to her and half naked, Peter observed the bedroom of the suite with her.

It was like they were watching a car wreck together. Not a second went by that she forgot that at the beginning of the day she'd been a virgin and hadn't just fucked her twin. Now she was half naked, in an expensive hotel bedroom in Houston, Texas, dealing with the aftermath of a lusty fuckfest whose gooey conclusion was drifting out of her and down her leg.

'Dear Penthouse Forum…'

Peter had slipped into a pair of boxers and given her a shirt. Having nothing else to wear Jessica accepted it gratefully. It hung off of her like a gown, made her feel warm inside. That may or may not have been solely because of the creampie still clogging her pipes.

Whatever primal lizard brain that made her think getting bred by her twin in a running shower was gone though, and underneath the shirt her nipples were swollen, grazed with light teeth-scratches. Her creamy breasts mauled, her ass and her pussy puffed up and abused. Her immaculate skin flushed.

Her eyes drifted to Peter, his body scarred with trophies of being Spider-Man, his neck and shoulder dark with hickeys, bitemarks, his back red with her fingerprints where her powers wouldn't let her let go and she wondered how the heck they got the progression so backward.

First the blowjob, then shower sex. From the fact that she didn't know if she'd be a spider-mommy in 8 to 9 months because her natural human processes weren't naturally human to the fact that his cum was making her have mini-orgasms just thinking about it sliding out of her, this was all so, so messed up.

And her pussy hurt. Story of her life.

She turned, looked at him, and her mouth fell open. "Uh… so," she started to whistle. "This is your room."

"…Yup," Peter said helpfully.

"Aaand I'm in it?"

"Yep. I think you are. Hope you are."

That encouraged her. No one had written a book on greeting your girl-clone/sister after months apart, sure. No one had made so much as a frigging pamphlet on what to do after having fat-balls to hot-box breeding sex in the shower either but she was doing good. They were, like, trailblazers and the Spider-people of the future with their clones would look to them for answers. Whether or not those people would be their children was a can of worms Jessica didn't want to touch.

Peter's bedroom was a mess. There was a ball of sheets in the corner. She instantly knew why. Just like their- his- old room in Queens. Jessica decided to lead with that.

"It's a sty. Some things never change, huh?" she laughed. " You um, you been having nice dreams?"

Peter's face soured a bit. "I dreamt about people being murdered," he said. "But other than that …Yeah."

"Tough crowd. I dream about… this."

"…Me too." Jessica thought it was the most awkward confession ever. She couldn't help but smile. "You… want to lay down?"

They looked at each other, then at the bed. "What, really?" she asked. "Like… together?" He nodded. "Together together?"

"You could sleep on the floor if you want."

She put her hands up. "No, hey, the bed's… perfect with me. Fine. Great!"

"It's cold," Peter lied through his teeth. Had to be more than 85 degrees out.

"Right," she said. "Because we just got out of the shower. Don't want you to… catch a cold, Pete!"

"You either, Jess."

She laughed, hit him on the arm all playful-like. Like a rambunctious sister. Another thing they'd manage to get the progression wrong on. In her fantasies it'd been close siblings first, then blowjobs, then showersex, then spooning and making sweet incestuous pillowbiting love in bed while Aunt May wondered what that sound was. Yeah.

'Kill. Me. Now.'

"Okay, so."

For a second she thought he heard her thoughts, was going to put her out of her not-quite-misery. Her second thought was if he'd do it by impaling her. She'd lost enough braincells and saliva in the shower that'd she'd either die by being run through, brain damage or thirst.

But Peter just had his hand out. Jessica grabbed it gingerly, like a bride stepping down the altar when she realized… he was pointing at the bed.

She popped her lips and Peter bit his. She noticed the hickey she'd left on his lip, his chin and neck, the bitemark on his ear. The mean looking bitemark on his shoulder that reminded when his cum had been flooding inside her and she saw stars.

She was fucked. "Um…"

Peter wasn't any better. "Uh."

Realizing they weren't going to get anywhere like this she dragged him to the bed. Peter had the same idea. Instead of taking charge and tossing the other one to the bed, ass over tea kettle they marched up to it and jerked. Jessica tried to be gentle. Maybe Peter had too, but while he stayed stuck to the ground she went flying, feeling the tingling feeling of her feet separating from the ground. Her powers messing up, her legs like jelly.

She hit the bed with a thump, scrambled up from the pillows and outsretched her arms . "Dude, what the heck?!"

Peter snickered and in seconds they were laughing. While he wasn't paying attention she snagged him with twin weblines and yanked him into bed and beat him in the face with a pillow. She may or may not have positioned herself beneath him. It could have just been coincidence.

"Great bed," she said, crawling out of her shell. It was easy to do with him on top of her, no reason for awkwardness. Just her, him, and a t-shirt and boxers between. Her splayed thighs tightened a bit around his, pulled him close.

"It's pretty nice," Peter said. She felt his hands go behind her back, large and nearly touching around her small waist. They separated when he dragged them down, feeling over her hips underneath his large shirt she wore where the skin was still sensitive, supple.

"How'd you pay for all this?"

"Don't ask."

"I mean, I was gonna say… Soft. It's soft. Expensive feeling. Warm…" she leaned forward, guiding his hips to hers. He started to rock against her. She started to roll against him. They built a rhythm and she watched as the boxers he wore got to cramped, yanked them down with her foot.

His lips touched hers, showing initiative while Jessica waited and took it, passively. On her back. It sent a delighted thrill down her spine when he started to peck at her pouty, pink lips, slowly working down her neck, her collarbone… "Like these?" He asked, when he reached her breasts.

He hadn't taken off her shirt. Jessica imagined it was a cheap wedding dress and he was going to smother himself in her bust. If she had one.

He rubbed his face against her tits. It was more gentle, softer than the unabashed fuckfest they'd had in the shower minutes ago. She doubted this would be taken to the ceiling, or the wall, and her face would edge up mashed against the wall or ceiling while he smashed her ass and made her crack the wall with barely restrained screams.

This was different. They were fucking before, now it felt more like making love. Weird coming from a spider-powered non-virgin teenager who'd lost her virginity to her twin's big cock in a shower somewhere in Houston, Texas. Weird with a capital W was becoming her favorite word pretty damn quick.

He pressed soft, faint kisses on the slight rise of her breasts, softly roving his face over them, barely touching her nipples. Jessica shivered. They were still sensitive. He kissed at them, capping off the press of his lips with a suck that made her groan. There wasn't any milk in them, and she wasn't going to be a mommy, yet, but that didn't mean she wanted him to stop trying. She'd gotten her fill from him after all. It was only fair.

"Yeah… like… those," she said, breathless, not worrying if her tits were too small because the proof was in the pudding. Peter was worshiping them, caring for them and putting himself in a position where he'd have no choice but to put himself in her. Again. Jessica was happy to be on team DFC.

His cock grazed against the crest of the meat of her ass, pushing, and the second he got into place she was locking him in. "You like them?" She couldn't help but ask. A soft, cute moan left her throat, scratchy sounding from her screaming and grunting earlier as Peter started to peel the shirt off of her. His hands left her hips and roved her toned stomach, the valleys of her tight abs to slide up her torso and gently squeeze at them. Jessica chuckled. "That's not a yes…" she laughed.

Like a man possessed, Peter laid his face flat onto her nearly flat chest, breathed her in. Her scent, her skin, the feeling of her heartbeat. It was intimate, it was close, and- Jessica arched her spine- she was pretty sure it was making her cum, somehow.

"Too soon to tell," he said, and Jessica snapped.

She shoved his face between her smallish tits, pressing him there until he started to suck. Not even at the nipples, because they couldn't get the most basic of acts right. His lips latched on to the meat of her tit and vacuumed on it. She felt his teeth bite her, light, soft, not wanting to hurt her. They were so backward now she wondered if they shouldn't be using her asshole to get them off. It'd go along with how fucked up they were. The thought of walking around with his load pent up inside her chute wasn't something she hated either.

"We got time," she said. She looked at the clock on the nightstand, by the bed. It wasn't even 3 o'clock but her and her twin were making after-fucking love. "We got time…"

Peter grunted his affirmative. His cock grazed up between the puffed up lips of her pussy and Jessica felt a jolt of electricity that crossed her eyes, made her nearly drift off. While her eyes- they more rolled to the top of her head than into the back of it- she could feel his juices, his precum leak all over her pussy. It was thick, hot, and when they got started it'd be one half of the frothed up fuck-mess that made her cream look like a river as it slid down his balls. That was Weird.

He lined it up and… Jessica pulled her hips away. Peter growled, frustrated, his self-control nil at this point. Just how she wanted it. Wanted him to be as desperate, as wanting as her.

She caressed his face. "It's okay," she said. It almost sounded like she was taunting him. The way his hands tightened at her sides told her he knew how to handle that, how to handle her. It made her delirious. "I just want..."

Letting her words hang she slowly her feet move and rise. Her legs bent at the knee and she nudged him at his sides and he rose, almost like he could read her mind too. Jessica's legs got between them and her feet gently touched down on his cock. First at the head, sandwiching it, then going back until one met the steel tight surface of his pelvic wall and the other teased his hanging testicles beneath.

If they really couldn't do anything right, why not have fun with it? Jessica had a feeling that her sense of fun with her Peter was just as twisted as she was. "Want to try something?"

Peter's face was confused. But not displeased. Jessica's feet were soft. Her durability and the fact that she hadn't been very active as a… Spider-Girl in months keeping them from being rough and calloused. And now she had the perfect chance to make sure they stayed soft. Au natural lotion.

"What… is this?" Peter asked. His eyes closed and he frowned against the pleasure.

Jessica chuckled. "It's a footjob, dude."

"A what?"

Her mouth hung open. She hadn't considered the fact that she was the more perverted of the two of them. How could he not know what a footjob was? Oh, right. He was a virgin, and she was a virgin. Out of the two of them though, she was the pervert.

As the pervert she was the one corrupting him, exposing him. Peter was innocent and Jessica's pussy liked that more than she thought it should.

"I'm… not sure this is a good idea," Peter said, pushing her buttons even more. She wasn; worried abou him referring to the two of them. That ship had sailed off with victory flags. He pressed his face into her tits again, dragged his lips down of her stomach where he kissed around her navel. "Having your feet around my balls isn't really a good idea, Jess."

He was vanilla. Well, as vanilla as small tits and incest. He was Adorable, as if she would hurt him. "I'm not hearing you complaining."

He kissed her bellybutton. "That wasn't complaining?"

"That was evading," she said, getting excited by their casual, conversational talk. She started to jerk his cock between the soles of her feet. "I haven't heard you ask me to stop."

Peter got the look in his eye that she felt she had. "Haven't heard me cum yet either," he said, and Jessica knew that was a lie. She heard him cum before, every time before. Maybe he was talking about in the shower though. Where she'd been preoccupied with the sticky noise his cock was making while it pouded her out, rather than the sound he made while his cum stuffed her good.

"Your feet have callouses. Kind of uncomfortably honestly.."

Jessica encapsulated his cock between her feet, and started to jerk it. "Ask me to stop."

"I'm trying to make you feel better about yourself," he said, pushing against the insistent gliding of her feet.

Jessica purred. On her back, she looked up at him, down at his hard prick between her soles, and laughed. "Mmn, such a good brother you are. I had the same idea…"

He started to rise up, crested her neck with kisses that made her body shiver. "Yeah?" His breath was hot, heavy in her ear.

"Mmhm, mmhm!" Jessica nodded. "I think you deserve something good in return. Even if you did dust your balls inside me."

"That was because you locked your legs around me."

"You were fucking me, Peter," she said, bit her lip, and accepted his kiss with one of her own.

"Because you bent over. Then you spread your legs. Then you dragged me, by web mind you, to the ceiling!"

They were both grinning now. Like Cheshire cats. Jessica could feel Peter's hard cock pulsing between her feet- they so totally weren't calloused, they were soft, dainty, pretty, and like clouds- he just didn't appreciate his twin doing it like they did in the ero manga. Apparently she was the weaboo between the two of them. She licked her lips, watched as Peter's Adam's apple bobbed, and knew she had him.

"Break?" She asked.

Peter nodded. "Oh fuck yeah."

They jumped to the ceiling, Jessica was first. She positioned herself, outright suggesting that the time for soft, slow lovemaking was over. She hung on the ceiling by her finger and toe tips, her ass hang over the bed. Peter jumped after her, held himself up the same way and she saw stars the second he slammed it into her, more from beneath than behind. Doggy style on the ceiling was something she doubted Kitty Pryde could do for him.

If they weren't at the top floor people would have been complaining about the noise. Whatever wasn't nailed down was rattling like crazy though. She saw the clock start to rock toward the edge of the nightstand while her eyes rattled in her head.

It never managed to it the floor. Twenty minutes later Jessica felt like she was going to. Her fingers had torn off paint and chips of plaster from the ceiling, dug holes into it while Peter's fat balls bounced off of her pussy, not managing to hilt himself inside her completely but bashing her box hard and fast enough that his testicles were beating her clit down over and over again.

Her arms felt like jelly and she dangled from the ceiling by her fingertips. A pool of drool had collected on the bed and she felt like she was going to fall face first into a pool of her own drool if he wasn't beneath her. Peter smashed her ass hard enough for her to feel it between her ears like there was going to be bruising at the meat of her cheeks.

Her toes curled, his balls flush against her ass, pulsing, but he pulled out. She waited for him to finish her off but instead felt his cock nestle between her fat cheeks. "H-Hey!" She shouted, feeling him spurting rope after rope up her asscheeks, back, and hair. The thick, chunky ropes sagged and fell into her shirt.

"Peter- hngnng…" Jessica'seyes rolled into the back of her head as he popped the head back inside. She felt one, two ropes fire off inside her. The world went dark for a second while she creamed her brains out on her twin's dick, clenching and squeezing every last drop out of him. Felt herself twist, drop with him and hit the bed.

When she opened her eyes she was on top of him, chest to chest. Her hair was wet, again, and whatever she was wearing, Peter's shirt, was covered in cum, again. This time at the back, And her pussy was dripping his cum. Again.

She tried to kickstart her mental faculties. Wasn't going so good. It felt like she could barely count to the letter C. "Hnng… you-" she slurred. The words were there but her tongue wasn't. It flopped around inside her mouth.

Peter looked too smug for what he had done. She felt like kissing him. Her tongue slopped out uselessly over his lips inn a sloppy, wet kiss. He pecked at it and she giggled deliriously. "Yeah?" He asked.

Jessica paused to get hear mind back into her mouth, to save a few hundred braincells before they soaked into the bed, pushed out by her orgasm. "You… didn't cum inside."

Peter looked too innocent, she thought, for not having cum inside her. Jerk. She felt like kissing him for that too. "Didn't I?"

"Not… all of it," she complained, suddenly feeling the slightest bit awkward. She realized what she had a problem with and looked behind her at the thick, white ropes in her hair and how the shirt was stuck to her back and ass. "Now I'm all wet and sticky. You owe me."

"First time for everything. I got mushroom pizza. Want some?" He asked, though Jessica knew she'd already gotten some mushroom tip. Along with some not-quite-ranch dressing to go with her slice of pie.

She laid her hand against his chest. A second later she felt his hands start to go through her hair and caress her scalp. She wondered if he was going to make her use his cum as shampoo. …That was a thought.

"Still got webs in your hair," she heard him mutter. His arms were tight and sure around her. She could hear his heartbeat too, all calm, steady, and…

Jessica started to feel herself fall asleep. His fingers slid easily through her hair though, not getting snagged on her webbing. He was combing it out of her with his bare fingers. It made her look up at him, sleepy looking. "How'd-"

Peter dangled his hands in front of her face. The webbing she'd used to stop her hair from catching fire was a wad on his hands. She stared at it, saw it had cum collected on it like some hydrophobic material… and started to lick it up. Peter didn't seem to mind. She didn't stop until it was all gone.

Jessica nuzzled into his chest. "Huh…" She started to drift off again. "This isn't over. I'm not stopping until you cover cum all over me."

"I did."

"My feet, doofus."

"…That's Weird. You're Weird."

She shuddered, smiled into his chest. "I… know that. Now cum all over my feet, okay?"

He hugged her. "Go to sleep, Jess." She did.

"Anymore mushroom?" Jessica asked. After she woke up the first thing on her mind was- well, the second thing on her mind was food. She was a bit surprised at the appetite she had but figured she shouldn't be. They'd worked hard enough.

The first thing on her mind was Peter's cock. It was nestled between her thighs when she woke up. He'd fallen asleep and they were curled up against each other, in bed. The clock said it had only been an hour but her body said it had been the best, longest nap she'd ever had.

They got up bright eyed and bushy tailed and Peter led her to the kitchen. She would have thought about how odd it was that he had a kitchen but she was hungry.

Still clad in his cumstained shirt- her cumstained shirt now, she supposed- and still leaking his cum while it dried on her inner thighs, Jessica pulled out a seat from the island counter and sat down. The quiet voice in her head telling her maybe it wasn't a good idea to keep getting creampied by her twin was almost silent now. Now it was wondering if she should feel bad about ruining the seat for the nextpeople to own the suite.

In front of her she had three plates. They'd been piled high with pizza slices before. She was on her eighth slice and still wanted more.

Peter looked up from his- Jessica counted five plates to her three. She still managed to eat more than him and wondered if all the pizza was going to go to her butt. He was a DFC guy but maybe he wouldn't mind a big fat pizza butt in his lap.

She watched him snag an unopened box to the table. He caught it soundly and she noticed for the first time he wasn't wearing webshooters. What he told her before she drifted off to sleep set in. How they managed to get to the suite from the HMC too.

"One more box. You owe me," he said.

Jessica nodded and, predictably, he was opposite her. Her mirror image, her twin. And predictably, her feet were on his cock while they had a twisted, Weird version of family dinner while she made good on her promised footjob.

"Not what I was talking about, Jess," Peter said, not bothering to stop eating.

"Uh, hello? I think I'm paying you back like, right now," she said with her mouth full. Pizza went flying everywhere. Peter held up his plate to block it. Jessica nudged his hard cock with her toes and gave it a ginger squeeze. She planted her foot against his cock and started to rub him down with the sole of one foot, then the other.

"If you giving me a- whatever, is owing me, then yeah," he said plainly, she was sure just to tease her. He opened the box of mushroom pizza. "Sure, for letting you rub my dick with your feet, you owe me even more."

"Poor choice of words," Jessica amended. "And it's a footjob, you philistine."

"It's Weird." Peter smiled at her with his bright, light brown-hazel eyes.

She pressed on the underside of his shaft with her sole. "You are. Or you're supposed to be," she grumbled. "Your dick must have callouses or something. I don't have callouses." Jessica smiled, encapsulated his cock between her feet, and started to jerk it. "I told you, you're gonna cum between my feet. So do it."

"I think we know who's getting more out of this now."

"Just shut up and cum all over my feet, okay? Dork." She knew that had an effect on him. Could feel his thick, viscous precum leaking out like a sieve from his cumslit, coating her toes so that she could her soles as they jerked up and down on his shaft. His cock throbbed and she teased the head with her toes.

He looked into her eyes. "I would if you were better at this."

Jessica propped her head with her hand, set her elbow on the counter. Lazy, like giving him a backwards ass handjob, but with her feet, was just hashtag NBD. "It's my first time," she said. "You took this away from me too. Now I'll never be able to get married."

"…Nngh, what? What are you talking about?"

She sped her movements up, her natural dexterity quickly making a rhythm of coaxing the cum out of her twin's balls with her feet alone and ignored the fact that out of the two of them, it was her that was the hentai watching weaboo.

Jessica distracted him by rolling the balls of her feet over his cockhead, slow and gently. Watching his face as he slowly gave in, his self-control crumbling because she wanted this, wanted his cock to spurt all over her feet just like it had inside her. It had her hand working a frenzy over her pussy until his cum and hers were frothed up and everywhere. She might just need to keep it for herself to save the next guy the trouble.

"Nothing," she said, licking her lips. She watched him with her bright green hazel eyes, like a hawk. Or a hunter. She didn't know why she thought that. Didn't care either. "Just cum. Cum all over my feet, Peter. Cum!"

But he wouldn't. Frustrated that he had more self-control than a desire to give her an au natural lotion to keep her feet soft and smooth, Jessica picked up her own pizza slice. Then she dropped it.

"Needs seasoning," she muttered and looked at Peter. Even with her feet rubbing one out of him, for him, for her, he held his plate away from her.

"Relax, I'm not gonna steal your dumb pizza," Jessica said, licking her lips. "You stingy dork."

Peter stuck his tongue out at her. She did the same, wanting to wrestle her tongue and his but they were too far apart to do it without losing rhythm, and he was getting ready to cum. She could feel it, wanted it. Wanted him to cum while his balls pulsed and his cock throbbed between her feet. That was good for her, not for him since she knew at this point he'd have her on her back and she'd be seeing the inside of her head if he had the chance.

She took her plate and held it underneath the table, right in front of his prick. Her toes glided over his cum-slit as she felt it engorge and widen, massaging every smooth, bulging vein along the shaft. Jessica grinned, all casual. "So, hey, how do you feel about anal?"

"Fuck!" Peter growled as he came. Jessica squeezed her feet around him tight and languidly coaxed more ropes of cum out of his cock. She could hear the sticky sounding splat as it torpedoed against her pizza and feet. It hit so hard that it splashed upward in a long, slimy rope that sagged under its own weight to land on her wrist. The entire time her other hand was between her legs until she was crosseyed. By then she was watching his expression with one cheek to the kitchen counter, drooling stupidly all over it.

"There we go…" she purred, jerking out the last few surges of cum until they were droplets falling to her plate. Her feet touched the ground wet and sticky, and inseminated. She wriggled her toes and brought her plate up. The pizza looked like what she hoped and knew her feet did- covered in Peter's natural dressing.

Peter watched her hungrily. She felt… like prey. Not the hunter anymore. Her eyes were distant, his focused while she brought up the defiled piece of food to her mouth, bit into it, and moaned like it tasted good, because it did.

"Mmf!" She said, licked her lips as cum and sauce smeared around her mouth. "This is- really good. Not sharing, though. Get your own." She licked the pizza. "Owe you, kay?"

Between the two of them was a Weird sort of feedback loop that made them both laugh like morons.

She raised her coated feet into the air and rubbed them over each other like they were covered in sand while Peter accepted his momentary defeat. They were 1 to… Jessica decided to say 2.

"Fine…" Peter said, groaning to himself when Jessica raised her foot and played with his now spent cock. "Okay, now I think I really did dust my balls."

Jessica finished her inseminated pizza, thought up a name for it, and licked her plate and wrist clean. She touched her stomach. It was slightly swollen from all she'd eaten before, but the sperm-inundated food hadn't helped. She burped. "That's okay… I'm full now, I think."

Peter laughed, finished off his pizza. They both realized they were thirsty- Jessica more to wash down the chunks of cum and pizza that seemed like they were clogging her windpipe. He snagged open the fridge with a webline and Jessica snatched out a bottle of pop from the top shelf with one of hers. Working so in tandem with him, like when they took down Doc Ock together, was a feeling that she didn't know she missed.

Peter snatched the pop in mid-air and took a swig from it until it was about half. "Hey!" Jessica shouted and snatched it away and drained the rest. They burped at the same time and laughed.

She looked at his wrists. They were large and thick with muscle. Jessica knew it had to do with the organic webbing. Her fingers weren't like that at all and she didn't want to know why, but she was curious about why his wrists were and how.

Jessica was curious about a lot of things concerning him. The time for 20 questions between them had passed, but since they were doing everything out of sync she figured this would be a good way to segue into it… but had a foreboding feeling that it wasn't as simple as asking, "Where's Aunt May and why aren't you in New York anymore?"

"…So what's the deal with the- thingies? You copying me now? Is that it?" she asked. "Can't have a thing to myself. Got to share. We're twins, so I guess it works."

"They're new," Peter said. "A few months ago I got em."

She nodded, waited for the rest of the story. Peter opted to get a piece of mushroom pizza instead. "Yeah, and? How does a guy go from flinging handmade goo to flinging his own? …That sounds wrong."

"Happened a few months ago, Jess. Lot of stuff happened since," he said, cagey-like.

She looked him over. His height, his muscle, the organic webbing. "Yeah, I can see that," she rolled her eyes playfully. "Wanna talk about it?"

Peter stood up, eclipsing her, and grabbed the box of mushroom pizza. He started walking into the living room. Jessica just watched him go. "Let's just watch some TV, kay? Rot our brains together."

'Guess that's a soft no,' she thought. She was confused. Why didn't he want to talk about it?

"Uh, sure thing," she said and walked after him. "Save some for me."

"Thought you said you were full? Get your own or you owe me one."

"I can pay you in footjobs so put me on a retainer."

They sat down on the couch next to each other. Peter put his feet up and Jessica laid on top of him. He was quiet as he flipped through the channels. Jessica barely registered him stopping on a news broadcast, something about Manhattan. She was already gone though, hugged him, and drifted off to sleep again.

Jessica woke up with her head on Peter's chest. His arms were around her and his hands were going through her long, brown hair. That was weird, but not bad. The soft, gentle rhythm of his breathing almost put her back to sleep. The TV was still on, too bright for her to make sense of it. She looked up and saw Peter's eyes were closed but had a feeling he wasn't asleep. That he hadn't slept.

She looked up, smiled at him. Then she saw a little webbing between his fingers. "Ugh, there was more?"

Peter dusted the webbing off his fingers like threads. "Yup. Got my own in my hair a few times."

"What hair?" He flicked her forehead, sticking the webbing to it. "Ow."

"Like I said before, found out I can wipe it away if I feel like it. Figured I could do the same for you, because, you know."

"That come with the organics?" He nodded. "Nifty. Wish I could do that…" She started to stretch and yawn. "Mmm, what time is it?" She asked, smacking her lips. She tasted pizza, pop, and… semen. She'd need to brush her teeth before they kissed again. Would need to get a toothbrush. They were going to have a sleepover. Jessica smiled at that. Good thing too since she was functionally homeless in an unfamiliar city. Luckily Peter wasn't in her shoes.

"10:30," he said without opening his eyes.

"At night?"

"At night."

"I was asleep for… man, 8 hours?"

"Mmhm," Peter nodded.

"Did you get any sleep?"

He nodded a bit. "Not much. Didn't want to wake you, so."

Jessica turned and saw the TV had been muted. Then she realized there was a cover on top of them. She looked over the couch and saw several weblines connecting back to the bedroom. "It would have been easier to carry me you know."

"With your fat butt? Are you kidding?"

She nudged him. "You love it."

"Maybe." She felt a foreboding stirring between his legs. He opened his eyes, looked at her. "You're wondering what I'm thinking."

She laid her head back down. "Yup. How'dya figure?"

"We're twins." Hearing him call them that was a relief. "Got that Weird ESP thing going on. You get it too. I felt it. Tickles."

"So Weird, right?"

"So Weird."

"…I hope I'm not becoming Jean Grey."

"Don't worry, you're not."

Jessica languished against him. "So what have you been doing all this time?" She meant all these months but knew he wasn't going to fall for that.

"Thinking. Bout today."

Jessica hissed. "Yeah… yikes. We uh… we did bit of a thing. Long day."

"We?"

She shrugged. "Mea culpa."

Peter started to sit up. She moved with him until she was in his lap against the arm of the couch. "We're probably on the internet right about now."

"Yeah?" She snickered. "Just realizing that, huh?"

"It's starting to set in now, yeah," he said. "Been avoiding the news because of that. …Huh."

"What?"

"We're… probably going to be a scene in New York."

Jessica nodded. She didn't fully understand. "Yeah, we-" She understood. "Oh. Oh man. Oh, crap."

They looked at each other. "Aunt May!" "Kitty!"

She pulled back. "Why am I the only one concerned with our Aunt seeing me take your money shot on live television? Or the internet?" Peter didn't answer. "Peter?"

He shook his head. "I look so different now that- no, probably won't even recognize me. Barely recognize myself," he muttered.

That brought up her other questions. "And why? And in what way is Kitty more important than Aunt May seeing a Spider-Man lookalike get sucked on in a city that you're in? What if she connects the dots?"

"Not gonna happen," Jessica frowned. "…Jean Grey. Kitty is more important because of Jean fucking Grey,"

It took her a moment to understand. Cussing wasn't her thing. Now seemed like a good time. "…Oh shit," she whispered.

Jessica watched a vein in Peter's forehead start to throb. "Yeah. What do you think is going to happen when the X-Men's resident telepath without a fuckingcause sees her friend's boyfriend getting sucked off in Houston?" He said with a tone mounting annoyance. "Nothing good."

"But you said you look different enough," Jessica reported.

"There's only one of me. They can connect the dots."

Jessica shivered. "…Peter I don't want to be mindswapped with a female Wolverine."

"I'd rather be mindswapped with a female Wolverine than the regular one…" he muttered. "I hate telepaths. Does that make me speciest?"

"I think you have to hate mutants to be a speciest. And your girlfriend is a mutant, so…" she tugged at her collar. "Girlfriend... Uh, yeah, yeesh, um… me too. Want to go to Mexico? I don't think the X-Men go there. Language barrier."

Peter closed his eyes. He put his face to his hands and sighed. "Speaking of Mexico."

Jessica gasped. "The Gecko!"

"Salamander, actually."

"How did you-"

"His tattoo. You?"

Jessica grinned. "I got an A in an online Spanish class."

He stood up. Jessica followed him, instantly figuring now they were going to go out and sleuth. Pick up leads just like- well, not like old times. They'd never done that. Peter had. She wanted to do it with him .

She watched as he started to go through a bag of his for clothes, then get dressed. She almost did too, then remembered that she had no clothes to wear. She'd fallen asleep in his shirt too. Jessica peeled it away from her ass and back where his cum had dried.

"So, 9 times out of 9 our unfriendly neighborhood asshole came from Mexico, right?"

Jessica nodded. "Right."

"Spoke Spanish. You know who else speaks Spanish?"

"…Mexicans?"

"This girl. Last night I was- doesn't matter what I was doing. I found this girl, Jess."

She raised a teasing eyebrow, elbowed him in the side playfully. "Should I be jealous?"

"I found her in a container full of dead bodies."

Jessica remembered all the police. The melted bodies. She looked horrified. "…By the docks?" Peter nodded. "That's where I fought the Salamander guy."

They came to the conclusion at the same time. Well, she did, had the feeling that Peter was playing catch with her. "He was looking for her!"

"She read my mind," Peter said, voice urgent. He tried slipping on something, a light blue hoodie. It was too small for him so he threw it aside. Jessica picked it up because it was the perfect size for her. "She's a telepath."

She suppressed a groan. "What oh what would a bad guy want with a telepath?" she asked sarcastically and started going through his stuff too. Socks, two spare red bodysuit. She started to slip into one, planned to put the hoodie over it to keep from the cold. Then she realized his cum was still in her and bounded to the bathroom, taking off her shirt in the process. "Keep talking!"

The showerhead wasn't detachable. Jessica clung to the wall and spread her legs, turned on the shower, and flushed herself out. It was one way to get clean. "And I've been having these dreams!"

The water rained down on Jessica while she clung to the wall, legs spread above her head. She looked out the door where Peter roved through his bag. "Hey me too! On the bed or on the wall?"

"Both!" Peter said without missing a beat. They were on the same page. "Besides that, I had a dream about the fire! About this girl! They're connected!"

Jessica hopped out of the shower and dried herself off. Then, she was right back to his side. She picked up the body suit and slipped inside it. It was sized for a sixteen year old boy without much in the chest or ass department. She only fit one of those, so it was still a tight fit.

She slipped on the hoodie. Peter still hadn't found anything. "What's the plan?" She asked.

"Play 20 questions," he said. He turned, stopped when he saw her. "Really?"

Jessica looked at herself. "I like it."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Help yourself. I'm going to find something that's not spandex or dirty as all hell."

When he didn't, Jessica picked up a spare red bodysuit from the floor. It'd be a tight fit on him but she didn't mind. She swiped a black hoodie from the bag. "No," Peter said when he saw it. "No way in hell."

"Come on…" Jessica teased. "What else you got?" Peter looked but found nothing. "Besides, we should go incognito after today. Unless you want people to point at us and ask for a second showing."

"Spandex isn't incognito, Jess."

"Still, you know you wanna."

He grumbled to himself. Jessica thought it was cute, put the mixing pot of a suit at his chest and he did the rest. He stripped down from his boxers- the only thing he wore- and squeezed inside. It gave her ideas.

"Gonna bake alive in this," he muttered. They had the same idea as they looked at each other and grabbed at the other's sleeves, then ripped, leaving them sleeveless. "Great. Now we look homeless."

"I am homeless," she traded, laughing.

"Yeah, me too," he said, confusing her.

"…What?"

"Don't think we'll need masks," he said. His was all smoked up, hers was encrusted in his sperm. Jessica nodded, shocked. Together they started to walk toward the balcony. "You up for a nighttime stroll?" Peter asked.

"You up to eat my dust?"

"I'm up to eat your something, but if you think you can beat me-"

"I know I can beat you."

"Your butt is going to weigh you down."

"If I win, it's going to weigh you down," she taunted. "Bet?"

Peter pulled his black hood up. She pulled her blue one up. "You're on."

They walked onto the balcony and jumped. She was the first one to shoot, but Peter used his momentum to arc underneath her down by streetlevel, through the nighttime traffic. Jessica took a deep breath.

Houston. It was turning out to be pretty great… but what did he mean when he said he was homeless?

Her blood froze over. 'No…'