“Look,” MJ said—not to be confused with Mary Jane. “Let’s all be honest with each other. This is a pretty fucked up situation. I’m a clone. I’m not the real Mary Jane, I know. But I still have all her memories, I look just like her. I am her, in a way. And I love Peter Parker. And she’s the real thing. She loves him too. But I married him. I went on a honeymoon with him. I don’t want to fight for him… but I don’t want to not fight for him.”
“And I don’t want to let him go,” Mary Jane said, feeling a bit pleased with herself. As hard as it had been for Peter to find her, it’d been just as arduous for them both to get back to their own reality. She felt well-traveled. Worldly. Too worldly to freak out about what was really, in essence, Peter being in love with her. “But I don’t want to kick you out into the rain either. You didn’t do anything wrong. Hell, you’re me. It’d be pretty self-loathing if I didn’t treat you right.”
“And maybe a little narcissistic if you did,” Peter put in.
They gave him identical glares. He shut up.
“So what do we do?” Mary Jane asked.
“What would you do in my place?” MJ replied.
“Is that even worth asking?” Mary Jane again. “We’re exactly the same. Sure, the last few months have been eventful, but I don’t think they’ve changed who we are as a person.”
“You can’t improve on perfection.”
“Exactly. So I would want me to have an open mind.”
“I would want me to have an open mind too.”
“And maybe see this as an opportunity instead of an excuse to get defensive.”
“Or close-minded.”
“Yes, we shouldn’t be close-minded.”
“I don’t think I could be, when there are this many… possibilities.”
“So many possibilities.”
Peter looked from one identical twin to the other. “Is this some kind of clone telepathy moment?”
“No, I think we’re just…” Mary Jane looked MJ over. “Of the same mind on the subject.”
“After all, it’s not like you hated sleeping with me,” MJ commented.
Peter blanched. “Hey now, that’s not—I had no idea—”
“And he loves sleeping with me,” Mary Jane said. “So that’s both of us he likes going to bed with.”
“I mean… well… she is you in… no, she’s not you, not really—”
“Yes really,” Mary Jane interrupted. “And her being me, we can find out so many things together.”
“Like if I really do kiss as good as I think I do,” MJ said.
“Or if it’s as much fun to fondle me as I think it is.”
“You see, Peter? We’re just being scientific. You should appreciate that.”
“Can you really look at us together and not want to… experiment?”
Peter’s mouth fell open, but there wasn’t a hint of sarcasm to Mary Jane’s voice or MJ’s. They wore the same intriguing smile, which only grew when they saw their mirror image sported it as well.
“Not that I usually go for girls,” Mary Jane said.
“But if you can’t love yourself, who can you love?”
“Exactly. And it would be hardly fair to some random female to love her up just for the sake of it.”
“But this would be more like… masturbation.”
“You don’t disapprove of masturbation, do you tiger?”
“I’m, uh, suddenly greatly approving of the concept,” Peter said, trying to regain his poise. “Maybe I should go, ah—” Peter censored himself. “Do something while you two become better acquainted.”
“How much better acquainted can we be?” MJ purred. “We’re the same person.”
“Which means we should share,” Mary Jane added. “Share everything.”
Peter broke into a broad smile. “Talk about wife-swapping…”
“You did vow to have and to hold,” MJ recalled.
“So have me…”
“And hold me.”
Peter would’ve almost have thought that he was dreaming, but no—Black Cat costumes were usually involved in dreams like this.
MJ led the way, her cunt on fire, her thighs already wet. It had been three weeks since she’d figured out how to reconstitute herself, pulling her liquid molecules back together like Hydro-Man did. Three weeks of staying with Aunt May, hoping Peter would come back. Not knowing whether he would have the real Mary Jane with him or, if he didn’t, maybe he would consider…
And then realizing that there was no reason to fight over him. Peter was practically two people himself: the mask that was real and the reality that was a little fake. One woman was enough for him, when that woman was Mary Jane. But when two women were Mary Jane, MJ liked her odds much better.
They went into the bedroom. Peter looked approvingly at the queen-sized bed.
“Think that’ll be enough room?”
“If it’s not, it’ll be fun making it fit,” Mary Jane quipped.
“It always is,” MJ added.
Peter laughed and dropped onto the bed. The women got on either side of him. With both of them after his cock, Peter felt so aroused that he could barely control himself. But he figured he might as well give into the two of them, Mary Jane always having known what she wanted before.
They didn’t wait for him to make the first move. Mary Jane started running her hands over his lean, muscular body and whatever she didn’t touch, MJ was quick to.
In a flash, Mary Jane was wiggling her warm tongue in his ear while MJ had his zipper down and her tongue inside his fly. Mary Jane licked his ear, his face, his neck, and MJ kissed all over his stiff cock as it towered into the air. Peter shuddered lustfully and caressed Mary Jane’s breasts, MJ’s being too far away.
Mary Jane’s supple breasts fit his hands perfectly. He cupped the glass-smooth flesh while Mary Jane’s pink tongue titillated all the nerves in his neck and shoulders. MJ had run her lips all the way to his leaking cockhead and now folded them over his tip, steadily sucking on the flow of precum. When he didn’t produce enough for her, she pressed her tongue against his glanshole, greeting every fresh drop with a lashing enjoyment.
“Holy shit, MJ, careful,” Peter moaned. “You’re going to make me come in your face!”
“Oh, that’d be just awful, wouldn’t it, twin?” MJ cooed.
“She’d love it,” Mary Jane purred.
MJ adopted a mock-scandalized tone. “I would not! I’d hate it! Just like you’d hate if he twisted one of your little nipples until it felt like it would come off.”
Mary Jane bit her lip at the idea. “I had him so fooled that I wasn’t a slut.”
“No more of a slut than the next woman. And I am the next woman. Now, do you want a turn with his cock or should I make him give me something to swallow?”
Mary Jane unclenched her jaw just to push her tongue out, skating it over her bitten lower lip. “I want to see you fuck him.”
“I know what you want to see…”
They were completely in tune; how could they not be? MJ straddled Peter’s loins and lowered her sopping wet pussy to the huge, hot cockhead she had lubricated. Horny enough for ten men, Peter waited until she’d taken his tip into herself, then he gave her everything, all eight inches, plundering her juicy sex like he knew she could take.
“UNHHH!” MJ grunted. “Oh fuck, Peter, I forgot how hard you got! It’s like a fucking pillar!”
“I know what that dirty cunt needs,” Peter hissed. “You knew what you were in for the first time you gave me that pussy and it was so good, so tight…”
His face clenched into a rictus, trying to avoid the orgasm his body already wanted, Peter rammed himself up into MJ’s snug hole. She had a wonderful pussy, hot and slick and rioting all around his thrusts. MJ rode his pumping cock with a shameless grin, her full breasts blurring around the edges as they swayed with all the fucking she was getting.
“Oh, yes, give it to me, tiger!” she mewled. “Fuck, fuck, I’ll never want anything but that big prick! That’s all I want now, all I need—”
MJ had never been as promiscuous as she came across, reserving her attentions for suitors she deemed worthy. Rock stars, rich heirs, racecar drivers, jet test pilots—anyone a little boy dreamed of growing up to be, she spread her legs for, and then only occasionally.
But even in those rarefied ranks, she’d never found a cock this thick and lengthy. It filled her completely, making her strain to take it all, and that fullness brought with it a delicious pain that was the perfect spice on the pleasure she glutted herself with.
She came helplessly around his reaming manhood, the nectar of her enjoyment overflowing her stuffed pussy and covering Peter’s belly and his balls. MJ gurgled and trilled as one climax after another wracked her consciousness.