Chapter 34: Chapter 33: George Stacy [03]

33: George Stacy [03]

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Maybelle “May” Parker hadn’t been able to run away.

She’d tried, she really did. She’d run away, but in the end, she couldn’t leave Peter. So, she’d returned. She didn’t regret returning. But she had also accepted her feelings. She won’t hide them anymore. She wanted to confront Peter. She knew that their relationship wouldn’t be the same anymore and that he might just hate her for it, but she wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him how much she wanted to fuck him. How much she wanted to ride him. How much she wanted to be ravaged by him.

That’s exactly why, today, she sat down in her room with his clothes in her hand, sniffing as she fingered herself. Yes, she’d tell him after she was done relieving herself first.

After a while though, she heard knocks at the door.

May bolted up, and swiftly wore her pants again.

…For fuck’s sake, just when she’d reached her edge. May sighed, a bit disgruntled. She tidied her clothes and quickly went to open the door. It had to be Peter, of course, no one else lived there with her, after all.

May quirked her eyebrows determinedly, she should do it sooner than later. So, she’s going to tell him right here, right now.

May twisted the doorknob, and the door opened, revealing a bit startled Peter.

“May, we need to talk about something.”

“Peter, we need to talk about something.”

Both said at the same time.

May was a bit surprised, but she composed herself quickly—or tried to, at least. Peter was staring at her up and down, seemingly checking her out. May blushed slightly and coughed as he squinted his eyes at her.

“Go ahead, what is it?” he asked her.

But May bit her lower lip, “You can tell me first.”

“Okay,” Peter shrugged and grabbed her by the wrist before walking inside her room.

N-no! May panicked. His clothes were there, her bed was a mess, and there was a particular smell in the air. May’s face flushed in embarrassment and shame, but she played oblivious. And though Peter acted oblivious, she knew he knew.

'Fuck… so embarrassing.'

“W-What happened? Why are you dragging me?” May tried to remain composed.

Peter sighed, ‘How the fuck am I supposed to explain this shit?’

“Oh, nothing May, I just got a girl pregnant, that’s all,” Peter mumbled in his mind, or so he thought, but in the state his mind was in, he didn’t know that he’d just spoken it out loud.

“…” May was silent for a long, very long time.

“WHAT!?”

“Huh?” Peter realized that he might have just spoken his thoughts out loud. Fuck. Why? He sighed; guess he should just go with the flow now, and explain everything.

“Sit down, and rela-”

“How can I relax when you say something like that so out of the blue?!”

“Please?” Peter pleaded with his eyes, and that seemed to calm her down, somewhat.  Peter didn’t say anything, and just let her think whatever she was. She needed some time to process this bombshell he dropped, after all.

After a minute or two, May looked up and met his eyes.

“So,” Peter scratched his neck awkwardly and started explaining. He told her everything. How he and Gwen fucked, and how he ended up cuming inside her. He, of course, didn’t say anything about ráping Gwen.

He wasn’t stupid.

He and Gwen had agreed on this; they won’t tell anyone about the rápe. Peter had broken this promise by telling Yuri, but Peter trusted her enough, so it shouldn’t be an issue.

“Do you have any idea what you did?” May asked him, disappointed.

Peter could only sigh and nod; of course, he knows what he did, and he’s ready to take responsibility.

“So,” May sighed, rubbing her temples. “What do you and… Gwen want? Abortion? adoption?”

“Do you want to keep the baby?” she asked this single question in the end.

Honestly speaking, May was so very jealous of Gwen. That bitch… to think…

But her personal jealousy aside, now that she knew Peter was going to be a dad of the child inside Gwen, she was concerned.

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes. She was chanting this as a mantra in her head. Sure, she was jealous of Gwen and would’ve preferred if Peter filled her to the brim instead of Gwen, but she was also his aunt, someone who’d raised him like a mother, and she didn’t want her first grandchild to be killed inside someone’s womb.

“Yes,” Peter said resolutely. “We want to keep the baby.”

We? Did Gwen and he talk it out before?

May shook her head; of course, they did… she could only imagine what they should’ve been through when they found out about Gwen’s pregnancy.

“Then I’ll support you,” May said.

Peter jumped and hugged her suddenly.

“Thank you! You’re the best!”

“Okay, okay,” May said listlessly.

She was determined to tell him about her desire today, but Peter… just dropped a bombshell on her.

But she still wanted to get this out of the way. She couldn’t take this torture anymore.

'…Fuck it.' May clenched her teeth.

“Hey Peter, I need to tell you something,” May said, her voice quivering slightly. This is it, their life wouldn’t be the same after this, no matter if he accepted her feelings or not.

“I love you,” she said.

“Huh?” Peter tilted his head. “I love you too?”

“No, not that…” May chewed on her lower lip. “I love you as a man.”

Peter froze.

So did May, regretting her words just after she said them.

What was she thinking?! He just told her that he’d gotten a girl—Gwen—pregnant, and this is what she says!?

May was mad at herself. She was such a selfish horny bitch.

“W-what?” he asked her. Peter was not expecting this, for real.

May bit her lower lip; now that she’s brought it up, she’ll have this talk. Otherwise, it was all for naught.

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“I love you as a man. I don’t know if it’s ‘love’ or just my horny mind, but I can’t take you off my mind, Peter. It’s been a few days. I even tried running away, but I couldn’t. I just… I know, how disgusting. I-… God, you must hate me now; forget I ever said this, I won’t bring it up ever again.” May lowered her head.

Why did she even…?

Peter just stared at her for a while before he started chuckling wryly.

“How can I ever hate you, May?” Peter said. “In fact, I love you too. Not just as my aunt, but as a woman.”

Abruptly, Peter forced her to look up by her chin before diving In and kissing her on the lips. May stiffened.

Peter wasn’t sure what he was doing. There were only two ways this could end.

1) May would reciprocate the kiss and they’d do something… they shouldn’t

2) She’d pull away and their relationship won’t be the same, ever.

But Peter wasn’t worried, because, after her initial shock, May leaped at him and tackled him on the ground as she kissed him back. She took the lead, and shoved her tongue inside his mouth, battling it out with his tongue hungrily.

Peter would admit, the taste of this somewhat forbidden fruit was so very enticing, he wanted to go all the way and fuck her silly right then and there, but he also knew that they couldn’t, not right now, Gwen and her dad were coming. But his body wasn’t listening and his hands wandered to her sinful body, to her neck, to her breasts, to her stomach, to her meaty behind, and to her drenching cunt. He couldn’t stop, and the kiss only got messier and hungrier.

Winning the fight against his instincts—that wanted him to ravage her like a fucking cumdump—Peter pulled her away, breathing heavily.

May looked at him, her chest heaving up and down as she sat on his dick over the clothes… but she could still feel his hardness against her needy pussy. May bit her lips.

“We…” she huffed. “We shouldn’t do this right now.”

Peter nodded, “Besides,” He said, a bit saddened. “You’re not thinking straight.”

“That I haven’t for days now.” May chuckled.

“I’m not uncle Ben, May,” Peter said suddenly, and May stiffened, her pupils shook. “You should… think about this. I wanna fuck you so much right now, like an animal. But… I know you—deep in your heart, willingly or unwillingly—are seeing me in the same light as Uncle Ben. As a substitute. Which I am not, neither will I ever be.”

May was silent.

“So… think about this, I’m not going anywhere. If you can think of me as me, and not Uncle Ben. then we can go and do a lot of things. But, if you can’t, then I promise I’ll treat you the same as I have done till now, as my aunt.”

“I won’t be just yours, can’t be. I’m as much as Gwen’s as much as I am yours. There are other girls too, and they will keep increasing. So… think about this carefully.”

May didn’t say anything for a while before she nodded, standing up from his crotch.

“Does, does Gwen know any of this?” she asked.

“What? Me fucking other girls?” May nodded. “No, not yet. But I will tell her sooner or later too.”

“What if she doesn’t want to be with you after hearing that?” May asked.

Peter felt his eyes darken, and something inside him awakened.

“I won’t let her.” He said simply. “She was mine, is mine, and will forever stay mine.”

May shuddered slightly.

“R-right.”

“Anyways,” Peter smiled standing up, his erection poking at his clothes. But he didn’t hide, even when May stared at It. “Go change; you’re drenching.”

May looked down, and sure enough, her pussy was drenching.

“Oh, and please hide my clothes; you can finger all you want, but hide them properly. Don't want someone else to think weirdly, do we?” he chuckled at her frozen, embarrassed look before turning around and leaving.

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- A few minutes earlier -

“Dad…?” Gwen called out, a bit timidly.

“Hmm?” George hummed.

“Why is there a… gun here? We don’t need it right?”

“We don’t sweety. We’re just going there to talk.”

George smiled at her, but Gwen wasn’t having it, though she couldn’t really do anything. So, she just sat silently as he drove to Peter. She didn’t want to start up any conversation, as he didn’t really seem to be in the mood for any type of conversation. Gwen just sighed and took out her phone before she started playing a little game on it. Her dad sneaked quite a few glances at her phone, but she wasn’t really worried as she was just playing a game.

Though she did send a short message to Peter once her dad’s attention was on a traffic light.

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Me: Peter, dad knows…

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She immediately changed back to the game, and the light turned green as well. It took them half an hour to reach Peter’s house.

It shouldn’t have nearly taken this much time if it weren’t for her dad stopping at every red light. For God’s sake. Gwen grunted out a sigh. She was pissed for no reason at all. And the next moment, she was feeling quite miserable about her situation.

But she didn’t let it bother her, at least, tried her best to not let it bother her.

She knew what this was.

If Gwen remembered correctly, this Is exactly how the first trimester of pregnancy should feel like, no? Gwen wasn’t sure as this was her first experience with pregnancy.

The car came to a screeching halt in front of Peter’s house, and her dad walked out with his gun in hand. Gwen panicked.

“Dad?!” she called out, getting out. “Why are you carrying the gun?!”

“I just want to talk to him.”

“Then put the gun away!”

“I just want to talk to him.”

“Dad!”

“I just want to sh- talk to him.”

George didn’t listen; he was pissed for a reason.

He didn’t even need to knock at the door, Peter was already expecting them, and he opened the door once he saw the car stop in front of his house.

George pulled the gun up and put it on Peter's forehead.

“One reason I shouldn’t shoot you right here, right now.”

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Lord_Kismet: I don’t know how; I sat down to write this chapter, and by the end of it, George was going full-on—“I just want to talk to him.”—mode, and aimed a gun at him.

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