Bonding Part 3

Strays.

In 24 hours Peter had managed to bust up and steal from human traffickers, rescue a girl from a box of corpses. Then he saved an old lady from being pasteified by a hummer, won a wrestling match with that hummer, blew $80 on crappy drinks, dreamt of the future, get set on fire. Killed the guy who set him on fire, got sucked off for his efforts. And fucked. By his sister and… her feet. Life was weird.

And Jean Grey was probably going to swap his mind with a fucking Chihuahua. Second guessed himself—maybe she wasn't that bad. Then he remembered she'd deliberately swapped Logan's mind with a random person that just happened to be him. The bitch could suck his dick.

Despite that he felt better than he had in a long time and he wondered why.

"Do you think it's chaotic energy?" The voice in his head asked. Hadn't heard it since he bodied the hummer. It had a name but ascribing a name to a voice in his head made him feel insane. Tickled his dislike of telepaths. Either way, Its name was Cindy.

Salamander was dead, wrapped up like a big firefly, probably burned up whatever oxygen he had left in the cocoon—and Peter felt the chaotic energy spread into him. It made him stronger, faster. Kicked the crapped out of wearing the black suit. And it was fresh. The Salamander had only recently bit the bullet. After all he'd done, trying to kill the girl, killing Layton—the Mexican Human Torch died with a whimper. Couldn't have happened to a nicer asshole.

But Chaotic energy didn't make him feel good. It was a rush, made everything violently easy, like wearing the suit but 100 times better. Made him more brutal, merciless. Spidery. It left him feeling half empty and incomplete. Chaotic energy was a self–dealing drug that felt good even while it made the pain from everything else feel worse. Being disowned, losing those he'd lost. Letting them down. It bled into him in small amounts when he fought just to make it easier to kill. Killing, beating, causing pain—chaos, chaotic energy. Made sense.

Felt insidious to him. Didn't like it. Didn't want to be like the thing that killed Gwen. Didn't want to be a monster, but the chimera had to have gotten it from somewhere.

But this was the opposite of that. He still felt stronger, faster… more than with just the chaotic energy. Like it was added to it. Made him feel better. He wasn't thinking about any of that anymore, wasn't wondering if he needed therapy either. But maybe he did need therapy. Gratuitous incest could be right on the list beneath the abandonment, survivor's guilt, and PTSD.

Still, he felt content. Whole. And it was all because of Jessica. Because they fucked.

'And the title for brother of the year does not go to…'

Fucking his sister had been his therapy. And it worked. The Spider-People of the future with their problems would probably look to him and Jess for answers. Whether or not he got her pregnant smashing her ass in the shower, or on the ceiling, was a tossup. Could his day get weirder than that beforethose 24 hours were through?

Probably.

When they got to the HMC they crawled around the building looking for the girl's room. Peter didn't like that there wasn't a squad of cops around her. But it wasn't like anyone knew that the terrifying Gecko from El Salvador had been out to snuff her. All she had as her protection was a 17 year old homeless kid and his twin sister. He had a feeling that they were cutting it close on quality bodyguards, no offense to Jess.

The HMC was crawling with police anyway, taking reports, and firetrucks were still hanging around. Siren lights lit up the building like the 4th of July. People weren't going to forget what happened anytime soon. That had its downsides, but he didn't see any bodies being carted out, so there was that.

He and Jessica found the girl's room. Either pure dumb luck or he'd actually heard, 'Hombre… Arana? P-Peter?' in his head, all sleepy-like and relieved. Worried him that he recognized her telepathic signature or whatever.

The window was open a bit, locked in place for the rest. He touched the glass and pulled up, broke the lock like a chip. Learned that from having to sleep in abandoned buildings without making noise. Got a lot of practice.

The girl was on the bed, hooked up to some kind of respirator and IV drip. Wraps on her arms and shins—for burns, probably. Looked better than Peter remembered. None of the grime from swimming with cadavers. Clean, peaceful, her skin flushed at the nose and cheeks. Cute.

And the second he opened the window her eyes cracked open and scoped him. She smiled, all weak and feeble. His stomach managed to not turn. It was an improvement. He climbed in.

Jess stayed perched on the window, looking around the room with her hooded face. She whistled low, quiet. "Smooth digs. Swanky." Made him feel even better. Good enough not to think that mutant girl in front of him was another person he almost let die. Like Layton. He was having good feels tonight. Wanted it to stay that way.

"…Don't be afraid," he whispered.

She smiled weakly. "Why would I be afraid of you?" He heard in his head. He had a few ideas why. He was used to it, to people not trusting him.

Peter he pulled back his mask- hood. One afternoon of being back in the mask got old habits up again, made him feel like Spider-Man again, so that sucked. There was no point in keeping it up when she could read his mind. He could see her eyes. In the dark they were deep. Bright and innocent. A light brown-hazel, like his. Her smile widened when she scoped his face. He wasn't used to the look of… whatever that was.

"Just wanted…" Wanted to know what the fuck the firebug had wanted with her. Why she was in a container being sold like a slave, as a slave. Who had done it so he could break them and stop them from doing it again. Wanted to see if she was alright because letting one person die in a day had been enough for his quota of people to let down.

Jess climbed in behind him. Squeezed his shoulder, then hugged him. He had no clue why, but her timing was perfect. He took a breath. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

The girl started whispering something but he couldn't hear. He got close but her voice was weak, frail and dry. That happens when you're caught in a fire, he guessed. To his surprise, she kissed him. Right on the cheek. Her lips felt soft, but dry. Dehydrated.

"Usted… me salvo… mi campeon." She passed out. That was becoming a trend.

Jessica hissed. He didn't know at what. Maybe she was jealous? "What did she say?"

He turned as the door opened. "…Layton?"

Officer Layton was there. Donald-Doc the doc, too. No charred broken neck. Not dead. First thing Peter felt was immense relief—wondered if Jess could feel it too it was so strong. First thing he realized was that he killed a man for no reason. Ben would be so proud. Thief and murderer. Hot damn, that's how you raise a kid.

Second thing was that he had a good fucking reason. If Ben had a problem with it he had to wonder what the guy would have done if his nephew was ever in danger.

"I… I don't want any trouble," he said, looking at the man who by all rights seemed like a ghost. Made the old him come out, desperate to apologize for any mistake. Be a good kid and get those head pats from your Aunt and Uncle. "I'm sorry." Pissed him off because he meant it. Not taking the money when Layton offered, being a… who he was.

Didn't click until seconds later that Layton hadn't known it was him. Third thing Peter realized was that he should have kept his trap shut. "You're the-" the cop's mouth was open in shock. "Well, that makes sense…" He stepped in the room, smiled. "Don't want to give you none. Never did manage to give that money back to you either. Seems like a just reward for saving someone." Peter wished all cops could be like him.

The Doc stepped forward. "The entire city knows what you two did today." He sounded kind.

Jess still held his shoulder but Peter felt himself relax. The kindness from the girl, shock and relief from Layton… Wasn't used to that, made him antsy. In a good way. "Good. Fine," he said, stiff. Awkward. "Leaving town."

Layton looked disappointed. "You are?"

"We are?" Jessica asked in surprise.

"Mexico's still on the table," he muttered. Her face contorted cutely.

"Why?" The doc asked. Wasn't an easy way to explain being afraid of a telepath hunting him down because he cheated on his estranged girlfriend. Mexico was sounding better and better. Maybe he was just being paranoid.

"I didn't- never meant to- It's complicated," he said.

The doc looked him over, stepped forward, and grabbed his face. Did the same to Jess too. They felt like chastised children, Peter could feel it. And when the doc tutted at the hickeys and teeth marks on them. They wanted to crawl into a hole. Peter half hoped he hadn't seen their similarities with their hoods up but three-quarters didn't care. "Please stay," the doc said.

"You don't want that," he said, actually chuckling. "Seriously."

"This isn't New York. Houston doesn't have any superheroes. And we sure as heck need some. Mayor Reilly'd probably even give you two the key to the city if you stayed," Layton said.

"Mayor Reilly. …Huh." He felt Jess stiffen next to him. "Even after today?"

Layton rubbed his neck. "…Well, it'd be personal. Like a drive thru. You saved a hospital full of innocent men, women, and children. And at least one gangbanger. I don't think there's any law about public indecency. Even if there was the Mayor won't just let this go without recognition. Trust me, I'm a cop."

Good cop, little white lie. "That's patently untrue," Peter said, smiling. "Probably got enough recognition by now anyway. I think I should leave before you get tired of me."

"And your partner?" Layton asked, looking to Jess. She'd been behind and at Peter's side the entire time.

He shrugged. "That's up to her. If she wants to stick around-"

"I go where he goes," Jess said.

"You heard the lady."

"So you'll leave? Like you did in New York?" Donald asked. Wasn't accusing, Peter had a feeling he said it just to segue into what he said next. "You are him, aren't you? That's why- with the webs. You're him. Spider-Man."

He cringed at the name. It was an improvement from grinding his teeth. Jess grabbed at his hand, made him feel better. "…Does it matter?" He asked with more patience than he had for the name.

"W-Well, you're just so… young."

Fury told him at 21 he'd be property of SHIELD. May kicked him out. Ben was dead. Did Black Cat count? If puking on his cock was a way of saying he was too young, she did. Funny how the only person that ever said that to him was Daredevil. Peter wondered how the scarlet blindster was doing. Hopefully Matt Murdock hadn't died too.

He saw his mistakes play out in front of him. Still felt good. Layton was alive, at least. Managed to save him, save the girl. Wasn't feeling like a complete fuckup for once, hoped it lasted.

"Donny, not now." Layton admonished the doc.

Something clicked. He looked at Layton, eyebrow raised. "…You told him." Layton's guilty look was loud. All he needed to hear. He sighed. "Really?"

"It's not his fault, I asked," the doc said. "A young man comes into the hospital with a near dead girl in his arms, of course I'll want to know. He's a cop, I'm a doctor."

Jess stepped up. "This happened at the hospital?"

"I thought you two were partners? Tell each other everything," Layton said.

He had a bad feeling this was going south. "Why would you think that?"

"She- you know…"

Donald looked down. "The entire town knows, Wally. They don't need a reminder."

"We are partners," Jessica explained, turned to him. "So I'm wondering why they know you were disowned before I did. When were you going to tell me?"

Peter slowly turned to look at Layton. "This is your fault."

"I-!"

"It was before I even knew you were in town," he said, swallowed and felt like it was a melon.. "Didn't wantyouto know. Kind of an awkward conversation piece."

How had she found out- he let his tongue slip earlier. That's why she was holding onto him like something fragile. Out of care. Made him feel like a kid, but good at the same time. Jesus car-tossing Christ.

"I think you should stay," the doc said. "You're too young to be on your own-"

"And what? Get adopted? Thanks, really, but I just wanted to come check up on the girl and make sure she was safe." He tried to run his hand through his hair but Jess wouldn't let go. "That's all. I appreciate it but I'm fine. I don't need a… whatever this is." He turned to Layton. "Keep the money. Try using it to buy a zipper for your mouth."

He was fine. He was joking now. Felt good. No one believed him though. The doc looked at him too much like Ben did whenever his nephew got frustrated, angry. Too understanding. Layton gave that same look reserved for teen runaways. Jessica tried to get him to look at her. If it was possible, because it was, he felt Houston's resident telepath in his head, clutching at him even though she was out cold.

And the royal bitch herself, Cindy, joined in too, completing the pity party circle. Peter hated it.

"Well she's not. She's alive," the doc said. Good change of subject. "But she's an illegal. Wally says she'll be sent back across the border."

"What? You can't do- you don't know what she went through. I saw it! The bodies! You can't send her back to that, to people that abandoned-" and just like that he was face to face with his own issues. He really was messed up, wasn't he?

"Sucks, doesn't it?" Cindy, in his head, said. "Want to talk about it or you wanna rail your sister some more?"

Awkward silence. He sighed. All the pitying looks made him feel like crawling into a hole.

"Actually I said she'd probably-" Layton said. He was Peter's new favorite. His foot was stomped on by his husband. "I'm an officer of the law. There's nothing I can do. A vigilante, though? That's a different story."

Peter gave him a wan look. "Really, man? Just gonna roll over like that?"

"He makes my dinner. Nothing I can do."

"And if you two need dinner I can make it for you," Donald said despite Layton's "Just not French toast," comment.

Peter contemplated jumping out the window. Knew he couldn't do it. Jess wouldn't ever let him get that far. She was stuck to him like glue. He was glad for that. "I don't have anywhere to put her." Knew it was a bullshit lie. Couldn't commit to it. "…Unless I sleep on the ceiling."

"You can do that?" Layton asked, turned to Jess. "He can do that?"

"We both can do that." Jessica intertwined her fingers with his, rubbed her thumb over his. "Or something. Dibs on the couch."

Peter just looked at the girl. She was smiling, looked so peaceful in her sleep. As if no spicy hotheaded jackass had tried to kill her hours before for God knew what. He didn't even know her name and- was about to play Oliver and Company with her? A spider-powered teen and a teenaged mutant… telepath. Called him her champion. What the fuck did that mean? That he had to be as high as a kite to even consider it. And whatever this was, chaotic energy, not chaotic energy, he was feeling pretty up there.

"We can help. If you need money-" Layton offered.

"We don't."

Jessica clicked her tongue. "Uh… we don't?" She pulled up to him, standing on the tips of her toes.

He smirked, squeezed her hand. "No, we don't. What time is it?"

Layton looked at his watch. "… 11:58. Why?"

He let out a low breath. "Called it," Cindy said.

Back in the hotel suite Peter looked at his hands. One held a baggie for medication for the girl, from the doc. Had $20 in his other hand. Fished it from his pocket, hadn't realized until he left that Layton had slipped it in there. For a good cop he was scary good at reverse pickpocketing.

"It's called tantric energy," Cindy said. Hated talking to her because it wasn't telepathy. It was worse. Sounded like she was right in the room with him. Next to him and in his ear. Only way he could talk to her was out loud. Made him feel insane.

She sounded petulant. "Opposite of chaotic energy. Happens when you fuck. Wanted to do it with you but whatever. You do you. Go on, fuck your sister while I wait here and stay virginal. Jerk."

He rolled his eyes. Tantric energy? …He could get used to that. "…Thanks, Cindy," he muttered awkwardly. Regretted it because he instantly got back, "Holy crap you're talking back!" And then he wasn't. "Oh come on!"

He ignored her. Her voice faded into the background. They'd need to buy clothes. Stuff for Him, Her, and little what's-her-name, the mutant telepath. Peter shook his head, sat on the couch. "I need a drink," he muttered.

He didn't really. Going down to the bar just seemed like something a person in his situation would do. If they had spider-powers, just railed their clone, and was officially playing the dog from Oliver and Company. It was something he would have done if the tantric energy wasn't lifting his spirits up. If Jess wasn't there maybe he would have taken that bartender up on her offer and lost his virginity another way. Now he just wished he'd taken the bartender—Anna May, or something?—up on her offer for coffee.

And what was that dog's name again? He loved that dog.

"Man, you drink now too?" Jessica came in from the bedroom, chased by her voice. "What else aren't you telling me?"

Jess had been teasing him about keeping secrets since they got back. He carried the girl, she carried the food the doc had given them. It was hospital food and vending machine junk, but it was better than bologna sandwiches. She still didn't know about his resident Jiminy Cricket. That'd go over well. "Hey, sis, we had sex but I'm also haunted by a voice in my head. Want to meet her?"

It had been easy to fall into rhythm with her. Like they were just siblings. They were. They just fucked—he was hoping it was a regular thing—and were about to play alternative family with a Mexican mutant stray. Maybe they could get their own sitcom.

Jess was standing in the huge doorway to the bedroom, her hands out at either side. Hip popped to the left, foot arched, blue hood and brown hair framing her face. Large, sparkling green-hazel eyes. Wide. Cute. The hood was still up, made her look angelic and punk-alt at the same time with her pouty pink lips and cute all over look, with a mouth for jokes.

That did something for him. Looking at her made that… feeling start. Felt better, good-er. Stronger, faster, the whole nine yards like tantric energy came in trickles too. Maybe it did, because he was feeling happy like the last near year hadn't happened and his type wasn't his sister. Wouldn't have cared if it was though, and it was.

She must have been a fraternal twin/clone because after looking at himself in the mirror he was having a hard time figuring out how she came from someone like him. Where Jessica was soft he was hard. They were opposites, some real poetic yin-yang crap going on there. They'd looked like each other before but he looked older now. Less like a twin and more like an older brother with a heavy family resemblance and a habitual—now semi-habitual—frown.

He wondered if they'd been girls, would Tarantula and Quasimodo have been like her too? All cute and prone to fuck around with him- eugh, he wasn't touching that can of worms. Didn't need to think about whether or not his monster-boy clones would have made cute monster-girls. Like they and Jess had been spider-powered triplets.

…Girl-Quasimodo would look all pitifully cute. Girl-Tarantula would… have six arms. Probably try to eat him.

On Jess the hood hung off at the top, loose and slipshod at the neck—didn't have the shoulders for it. She was slender, lithe—until her hips. She was pear shaped and curved, carved right out of his dreams. The hood was tight enough up that he could see the limited swell of her breasts—yeah, he had a type—but stopped up at the back where the rise of her ass said "Caution: Junk in the trunk ahead."

Still fit her more than it did him. She had to be 5'7, maybe 5'8 while he'd gained nearly a foot in height. It was his hoodie though, and she was wearing it. Was wearing his bodysuit, which objectively objected at how it was forced to stretch around her cheeks at the back and hugged her tight at the front. …And she wasn't wearing any underwear either. His dick was getting hard.

Peter cleared his throat, looked at his standing prick. Wondered if he was normal enough to be a sexually pent up teenager. Or if he was just a nympho for his twin. Strangely comforting thoughts.

Jess laughed. "No, please, keep staring. Being looked at like a piece of meat by my brother while his penis is hard isn't Weird at all," Jessica said, smugging up a storm. She dropped her foot and her lower half jiggled in the scarlet wrapping of her suit. She leaned forward, was like a magnet for his eyes. "Thinking dirty thoughts yet?"

He thought about them going at it again without meaning to. Just wanted to see what it would look like when she peeled out of that home-less-made suit. Then they were right there on the floor. Wall, maybe. Ceiling definitely, so gravity could drop her tiny tits right on his face. Rip a hole in her scarlet suit like she'd done him, just enough to get her plump and beaten pussy, out. Breathe her smell, her scent in, stuff her good. Toss off the hood and squeeze her tits through the suit, suck her nipples until they were swollen and sore.

"…More or less," he said, knowing she could tell. "You?"

Jess covered her front with the hood, covering the beading wet spot of her juices that began to darken the red suit. "More or less." She dusted her hands. "Well, sleeping beauty is now in bed."

"Tell me you didn't cover her up with those covers?" He asked. She looked anywhere but him. "I jizzed in those. This kid- she was in a container like…" his stomach turned. Wanted to say "People-flavored sardines," but he couldn't manage it. "Jess, we can't just put her in," and he wanted to say "those kinds of conditions," too. Ended up saying, "That shit."

She raised a hand. It fell. Her mouth opened. "First, kid? She's the same age as us. Second, she… was out of it, so."

He felt a 'but' there. "What does that matter?"

"She was uh… you know. Touching. Rubbing. Touching and rubbing. Like you do- well, like I do. With… that part of the cover in her hands."

His hand smacked his forehead. Would need to start the weird counter for the next 24 hours. "…What the fuck? What kind of kid did I just take in?"

"Another one with a predisposition to your sperm," Jess said, helpfully. "And once again, she's the same age as us. Also, 'I'?"

"This is my place," he said. "You don't even pay rent."

"I can pay you in footjobs and other types of outercourse. For a limited time offer I'm offering twin-intercrural sex."

"What about regular sex?"

"That's implied. We're twins. I'd be an awful sister if it wasn't."

"Best sister ever," he said sarcastically. "Freeloader."

"Well duh. I sucked your cock on our first date."

"Some date."

Peter sat down on the couch and put his feet up. Jessica followed, sat on the couch, put her feet in his lap. She bobbed them, wriggling her toes through the material and teasing him. "You think I'd be cute if I was jealous?" She asked.

His eyes went from the tips of her toes to her calves, up her thigh to the part of her ass he could see just above the couch. "No," he lied.

She plucked at the suit like it was a full-body thong. Then she pushed it between her cheeks like one too, tugged it at the top. "You think I look cute now?"

He leaned back, put his arms behind his head. Could see her getting wetter and wetter. "More or less," he said. Switched gears. "You just had to say we'd take the couch, didn't you?" He said, like his dick wasn't still hard.

"I said I'd take the couch. There's only space for one of us."

"I'm not sleeping on the ceiling. Done that enough."

She looked hurt. For him. Either the tantric energy got rid of what he felt or it just numbed him to it and she could feel stuff he didn't even know he felt. Twin-ESP was Weird.

Sighing to himself Peter pat at her thigh, lingered too long for it to be platonic. Watched her lick her lips, then. It was slow. She was looking at him how he had looked at her, like a piece of meat while her pussy was wet, and getting wetter. Started to rethink which one of them was the nympho for the other. Nymphet.

"Well there's only space for one of us," she said. "Looks like you'll have to sleep on top of me…"

She got to her knees and leaned in. He met her in the middle. She gave a quick suck on his bottom lip. He only nipped at hers, pulled away when her tongue came out licking his lips and her eyes looked drunk. Her body said she wanted to pounce him. He had a feeling she'd drop on him. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he said.

Jess groaned. He could feel, the switch flipped in her. She closed her eyes… then she pulled away. Not far enough to alleviate the soft, yielding pressure of her ass on his crotch. Not far enough to re-center herself as 'they needed to talk'. Just enough that the heat between them, her breath in his mouth, his in hers, went cold.

"That's not the bad thing," she said, panting a little. Gave a soft sigh while she rocked against him. Amateurish but she was learning quick which way felt best… for her. Used him like a bemused human-dildo.

"I'll tell you the bad thing. All that stuff about being disowned. Huh? You'd think a guy would tell his twin sister that, right? I mean, I would. If I was a twin brother and not- I'm rambling. And horny." He kept quiet. She looked at him expectedly. "Well?"

"You're rambling slightly better than average. Wouldn't say 'well," he said helpfully. "I think you need to get your priorities in order."

She groaned some more, pressed down on him at the shoulders, ground her pussy against his crotch, his cock flat against his steel-hard abs for seconds before she pushed off, shaking, The suit was soaked through and his dick was leaking like a sieve, but she was the only one that managed to get off.

"T-There," she said with a shaky breath. "I-I'm… I'm gonna go sit on the ceiling now."

"You stingy bi-" She stuck her tongue out at him as he looked up at her. "We could just skip this, you know." he said. Said a lot about him that even after taking in a stray, while being a stray, he wanted to go back to his illegally paid for hotel suite and fuck his twin sister, who was also a stray. Not have a heart to heart.

He didn't need one now. Felt great. Amazing. Felt like he could put the entire 'my Aunt abandoned me' behind him.

"Peter…"

"It's not that important Jess."

That seemed to burn away whatever lust clouded her mind, him too. Wondered if it was the chaotic energy. Stuff made everything too easy. Could it make going from casual conversation with your twin to breeding sex too easy too? It wasn't fucking communicable though so no, this was something else. …Maybe they just had a natural inclination to fuck each other's brains out. He didn't mind.

"It is important!" She exclaimed. "Frigging why didn't you tell me?!"

"Before or after we fucked? Because for that first part, we were kind of, you know, on fire. Then we were just hot and heavy."

Her shoulders dropped, "Funny. You know what I mean. You could have… just said something. At any point- ah!" she dropped a finger to cut him off before he could even open his mouth. "After. Did you not think I'd care or something? Peter I… care about you."

It was an Oh… Shit, moment if there ever was one. He felt it, she did too. "Kind of hoped you would. We banged enough. And we're twins," he muttered.

"Come on, no, it's not just that… I don't-" Jessica shook her head. "I'm not gonna say that. We're weird enough as it is, right? I'm not gonna say it. Don't need to say it. But… you feel it too, right?"

What did he feel, even with the let's-fuck switch off? Like he had with MJ, Kitty, except… more. Extremely happy around her. Better than ever before. Not just faster, stronger, but… a better him like the last 8 months hadn't happened. Like Ben wouldn't, ironically, be ashamed of him. Like he was connected or something.

Stuff that just wasn't platonic or redneck twin love or… whatever a guy and his clone had. Masturbation. He had really, really… Weird feelings. The kind that seemed stupid when a four letter word was used to describe them by a teenaged castaway.

"I do," was all he said. Didn't want to leave a doubt in her pretty head. Could feel her relief. She wasn't going to kill herself out of embarrassment now—or try to, because fuck everything if he let her so much as think about it.

"Good, good… And really, so, so Weird." She laughed awkwardly, grinning at him from the ceiling. "You and I dear brother, are so, so Weird."

"Brother?" He asked, teasing.

She bit her lip. "Too weird?"

He shook his head, "Perfectly Weird."

"Oh, so you like that, huh? When I call you brother?" She dropped gracefully. He watched every contour of her body work and coil and uncoil when she put all of her weight on him. Landed with an "Ooph," and her lips traced his right after, panted hot breath into his mouth. "Did you like it when I made you cum in me, brother? When we kissed? When you came on my face?"

He put his face in her chest. At her chest. Wasn't like she had anything up top to put his face into. Her butt was a different story, but he could feel her nipples get hard from the contact, all suckable and perky when her small, pert tits were on his face.

Jessica shrugged like she was at the end of her rope. "And here we go again. See what I mean? Weird." She was panting, just as switched on as he was. Grinding her ass against his hard cock as she talked, her suit soaked at the crotch. His fingers dug into the soft meat of her thighs and ass hard enough—stuck enough—to leave pinkish marks.

"Guess we're just a pair, huh?" He asked, voice muffled. Gripped her hips and set her to rocking. Started to raise his hands when she got the rhythm on her own. At the beginning of the day they'd both been virgins but somehow they knew what the other liked to the crossed T's and dotted I's.

"Ungh… Mmhm, yeah, we are," Jessica nodded, lips pursed. "Just you and me… two homeless spider-twins. And one of us was disowned."

Peter pulled away, rolled his eyes. "Damn it Jess…"

"I'm sorry, would you like me to not be too good a sister who still wants on an explanation on why my dear brother was disowned?" Jessica said sweetly. "If so I have bad news."

"You're pregnant?"

She didn't miss a beat. "I will be if we keep up like this," she muttered. "At least I'll feel like I am. Still stuffed from that pizza. Oof."

He grabbed her hips, pulled her close again. Felt more like when they were on the bed now. Calm, serene. Not ball-churning. Thought about how to put it into words if she wanted to know so much. Making an offhanded comment and letting it ride wouldn't cut it. "I was disowned because apparently I wasn't loved very much," wouldn't either. Jess wanted to know but here was no easy way to just say it, even if he kind of did want to tell her. Just to get it off his chest. Felt the best he had in a while mentally and emotionally. If there was a time for it, it was now.

Peter looked into her eyes. Jessica was… Jess. She wasn't like him, he didn't want her to be. Didn't want her to see Aunt May the way he did now. He wasn't attracted to a female version of him, or just his twin. He was attracted to her and for some reason that just… clicked.

She took his hand into hers but it was small. Took both of hers to cover one of his. She looked delicate on his lap, her long hair streaming over her slender shoulders. He'd seen a view like this in his dreams. Had those been visions of the future too? Her thighs were astride him… and her ass was so fat, but she wanted to know about how he'd been abandoned by the woman he considered his mother.

She touched her forehead to his like she could feel how uncomfortable he was. They both laughed slightly. This was what was uncomfortable, not that he was sporting wood while having his twin's ass made of clouds on his crotch while they talked about it. Good feels, all tingly. Opposite of platonic and Weird with a gigantic W. His dick hurt. Story of his life.

"Please?" She asked, voice soft.

He sighed. "Where do you want me to start?"

Jess bit her lip—right where he had nipped her. "From the beginning."

Peter nodded. "Alright. Get the world's tiniest violin ready. And the beer."

She smiled. "We don't have any beer. And you can't have any."

"Well shit."

"We oughta start a swear jar for you too…"

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