Gwen and I run through the obstacle course and I come to the conclusion that my…danger sense…seems to be more acute than her's as it allows me to take the lead multiple times in our little competition and come in, in first place, even though Gwen is much faster and nimbler than me.
"You cheated!" Gwen mock pouts even though there is a big happy grin on her flushed panting face.
"Nahhh, babe…you just have a skill issue." I tease back and get a cute little glare in return, "Oh yeah, well I bet you I can beat you in a fight!" Gwen challenges right back her competitive spirit fully ignited now as she sinks to the ground and assumes a martial arts stance, following her I do the same, we begin circling each other, going through our forms the way Sensei Wing taught us.
"Hai!" Gwen shouts and lunges forward with a palm strike aimed at the center of my chest, which I easily dodge out of the way of only for a high kick to slam into my chin and send me ass over teakettle, and land face first in the dirt.
"Oh my god Pete, I'm so sorry!" Gwen shouts and then she's gently turning me over and looking me over for injuries with probing hands, the look of absolute horror and shock on her face is adorable, and I can't stop myself from bustin a gut.
I pin Gwen to the ground underneath me, the tears in her eyes make me feel like a massive dickhead for laughing at her concern.
"I'm fine Gweniepoo, we're very durable now, we dent steel…we don't get hurt by it." I try to reassure my beautiful blonde princess who glares up at me and flips us over so I'm on my back.
"I win Peter Parker, and as for my prize I don't want to wait for you to marry me after highschool, I want to get married to you now." Gwen starts off with a loud and passionate voice that grows softer in volume but no less passionate by the end.
"Okay, Misses Gwendolyn Stacy-Parker, we're now husband and wife." At my words I make the sky in my pocket dimension glow golden and give Gwen her own pocket dimension. Gwen moans on top of me, her eyes glazing over for half a second before tears start running down her face, her lips slam against mine in a heated passion that I return fully.
After a lovely fuck in nature, I create a rather luxurious mansion for Gwen, Georgina and myself to stay in and basically tell Gwen that I can control time here so we can stay here for a milenia and no time will have passed outside besides a few minutes maybe only seconds.
Our honeymoon phase lasted right up until Gwen and Georgina's pregnancies became obvious to them, while I send my duplicates out into the real world for resources, like wild game, and various sea life to populate my pocket dimension with even though I can just whip food up with a thought, along with things like Vibrannium, Adamantium the recipe for Adamantium, various scientific devices and resources.
While the duplicate I take more thorough control of is standing outside the home of the Connors's, my fist raised to knock on the front door…a strong feeling of unease plaguing me.
'Should I do this, would Peter really want the truth like this…to know why his mother abandoned him…and shacked up with Curtis Connors?' I wonder but the ability to choose is robbed from me by the youngest Baxter daughter from Tim Allen's comedy The Last Man Standing, she's about Peter's age the resemblance between the two is uncanny especially the eyes.
"Uhh…high…do I know you?" She asks me her face scrunching up as she thinks hard almost exactly like I know Peter's face used to when he was thinking really hard.
"No…I mean no I don't think so." I offer and unconsciously offer her my right hand in greeting.
"You look really familiar…" She mumbles and takes my hand. There's a spark of something that travels between us, both of us staring into each other's eyes.
"Petra." "Peter." We both introduce ourselves at the same exact time and both of us develop stunned expressions on our faces at our similar names.
'Is she a clone of me…or am I a clone of her?!' I wonder but I'm quickly pulled from my musings as a mature womanly voice comes from the open door and Martha Connors comes into view her eyes widen as she looks between Petra and I holding each other's hands.
"Ahh, Peter I'm so glad you came…after you and Miss Stacy left the tour early I was worried that you and I would never get the chance to talk, nor would I get the chance to properly apologize to you after the way I treated you after you just lost your parents. Petra, dear you're going to be late for meeting up with your friends if you don't hurry." Petra hasn't released my hand yet even as she nod and starts to leave.
She realizes it when her arm jerks back as she tries to walk away, I smile a teasing smile at her which makes her blush and stutter something unintelligible, before I release her hand and she runs off.
"Won't you come inside Peter so we can discuss things privately." Martha…Mary, whoever she really is, says it like it's a question but we both know it's not. I nod to her and Curtis Connors stomps over towards me with an enraged expression on his face.
"How dare you come here this is my-" I bitch slap Curtis Connors across the mouth I feel/hear his jaw shatter like glass a spray of blood, spittle and teeth fly out of his mouth while he sails through the air and crashes into a brick fireplace, more bones shatter and break.
Martha…Mary whatever name she wants to go by doesn't panic, she slowly walks backwards, her hands up in the air in a disarming gesture, "Peter…please I'm sorry…" The woman says but her voice is insincere sounding to my ears, she reaches a cabinet of some sort slams her hand palm down onto it there's an electronic beep, a whir of mechanical actuators and then something that looks like the laser guns Shield agents use in Marvel's Avengers Earth's Mighties Heroes shoots into the air which she catches out of the air deftly, aims at my center mass and squeezes off multiple shots.
The energy blasts burn my shirt and sting slightly barely noticeably if I'm being honest but a feeling of white hot rage runs through me, and before I even realize it I'm in front of this…this bitch who is possibly Peter Parker's birth mother, my hand around her throat as I slowly lift her off of her feet, she struggles, she kicks, she punches she smashes her blaster pistol against my face breaking it and the bones in her hand, all while gasping/choking for air her face turning purpleish blue, to coincide with her lips before I drop her into the floor she lands in a coughing, wheezing, gagging puddle.
I feel my eyes burning with unshed tears of rage, the wall between Peter and I running thin as I grab a fistful of the luscious dark hair, and make this whore look up into my eyes, there's fear and regret shining in her eyes.
"Why did you choose Petra over me? Is she the original, am I the clone?" It was me asking but it also felt like Peter was asking too.
"N-no-not c-c-cl-clone…twin!" The whore gasps out through her coughing, I'm left stunned…Peter Parker had a twin sister but neither May nor Ben ever mentioned her, Peter never knew about her there wasn't an ingrained twin sense…then again there was that connection that seemed to flare up between us earlier.
"Ho-how?" My question came out stuttered, "Rich-Richard, delivered you both…he told me Petra was a still birth and you were so small and weak from being born permanently, I believed him…it wasn't until he made that cure for your Oshtoran Syndrome…I knew he had lied to me, he used both you and Petra for illegal genetic experimentation, while working for a shadowy organization, I chose to protect you and Petra by leaving you with Ben and May while I sought out help from Curtis for your sister he was the only one who could help identify what Richard had done to her a limit the side effects…I'm sorry Peter, I'm sorry for abandoning you, I stayed close I left you with Mayabell…" Mary Parker seemed to turn desperate for my forgiveness near the end of her little explanation.
"Peter…Curtis needs help…he can fix you…Petra needs him." Mary whispers pretending like she's a loving mother after abandoning us, after shooting us, a snarl tears out of me and then something darker wells up inside me when I see Curtis Connors looking at us his wife on the floor in front of me as he glares at me pain, hate, rage and concern burning in his eyes.
'FIXED, FIXED? I DON'T NEED TO BE FIXED…I HAVE POWER REAL POWER FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE, I'LL NEVER LET ANYONE TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME ESPECIALLY THAT FOUREYED ONE ARMED LIZARD FETISH FUCKER, OVER THERE, LAYING IN A PUDDLE OF HIS OWN PISS AND SHIT HACKING UP HIS TEETH!!!' I roar in my mind feeling a burning rage at this manipulative whore but not letting it show on my face.
"Prove to me that you're sorry and I'll save him…" I lie through my teeth. "I-I'll do anything to prove to you that I'm sorry Peter and that I do love you, I love you so much…mommy loves you." Martha-Mary-Connors-Parkers pleading is infuriating but I start to fake a look of forgiveness on my face before I reach down to undo my jeans and pull my cock out.
"Show me how sorry you are…mommy, show me how desperately you want my forgiveness!" I glare down at her with an evil vindictive smirk on my face, that only grows as this whore tries to recoil in disgust but my firm hand in her hair holds her in place, her eyes wild as they glance around the room looking for an escape route.
"You want my forgiveness…don't you mommy?" I ask her vindictively and she tries to nod her head in reflex, but gasps in pain as she tugs on the roots of her hair by doing so.
"Ye-yes Peter…Mommy loves you…you're Mommy's good boy, you love Mommy…" I smell something sweet in the air that coincides with this manipulative whore's words, the sweet smell tickles in my nose and there's this soft urging…not even a whisper really for me to be compliant to her, feeling my anger increase at the not so subtle form of manipulation I force my soft cock past her open lips and down her throat.
"Heh, no gag reflex you're quite the whore…aren't you Mommy?" I put special emphasis on the title Mommy as my cock starts to grow hard form the sensation of the whore's mouth and wet slurping sounds fill the air, after five minutes of fucking Whore's face…that's Whore with a capital double-u because that's her new name in my book…before releasing a load down her throat, lifting her up into the air by her hair I bend her over the nice marble countertop and pull her joggers down, rubbing the head of my cock against her drooling slit.
"PETER NO, NOT THAT!!!" Whore's shout turns into a wanton cry of pleasure as I slide my cock in until the head of my cock pokes against her cervix, mercilessly fucking Whore's tight cunt blessing her with my abilities for durability and healing, releasing load after load into her hopefully fertile womb, and I continue to do so even as I hear Curtis Connors's heart stop beating and the key belonging to Petra Parker sliding into the front door, her mother's mouth covered by my hand as I take her into my pocket dimension creating a prison/bunker far away from where Gwen and Georgina have made a home inside of my pocket dimension.
Then I injure myself, pull my pants up and return to the Connors's home kitchen and pretend to have been injured and knocked unconscious laying on the floor next to a puddle of Whore's and my sexual juices.
"Dad!" Petra screams and her footsteps echo on the granite floor as she runs to him, "No-no-no Daddy…no you can't die…oh my god Peter!" Something makes Petra run to my side and pull me into a hug as she begins to sob her tears landing on my face as she rocks me back and forth.
"Pe-Petra…" I gasp out an Oscar worthy performance of someone on death's front door, and then I fake falling unconscious and taking us to my pocket dimension.