Spider Man Guilty As Cousin 3

Kristy was very quiet the next day and Mary Jane was quick to notice, considering usually Kristy seemed to have everything in the world to talk about. She took Kristy out for lunch, hoping to pry the problem away from her, but Kristy just sat on her end of the diner booth, picking at the meal that Mary Jane had had to order for her in the first place.

It was a quality lunch. MJ was pained to see it cooling.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"Okay, I guess," Kristy said slowly. "I'm doing fine."

"You look paler than usual," Mary Jane replied. "It's a good look on you, but are you sure you're alright?"

Kristy paled even more. "Cous, can I talk to you?"

"Of course," Mary Jane said, figuring it was boy trouble. She felt pretty well-set to give advice on that, considering the man she'd ended up with.

"Okay, c'mere a minute, I need to tell you something."

Mary Jane went over to Kristy's side of the booth and huddled close to her. "What is it?

"It's, uh..." Kristy said slowly. "Oh, Mary Jane, I don't know how to tell you t-this, but you need to know! I'm so ashamed! Oh, I'm so ashamed of myself I could die!"

Mary Jane put an arm around her cousin. "Kristy, you can tell me. Is it some boy?"

"Yes. N-no. It's not some boy. It's, uh, Peter."

Mary Jane was taken aback. Then she managed a wide grin. "Oh, Kristy, that's alright. You wouldn't expect it, but Peter has that effect on people. It's fine that you have a crush on him."

"No, no!" Kristy shook her head. "It's not that!"

"Well, what is it?"

Kristy was teary-eyed now. "Don't hate me, Mary Jane. Please d-don't hate me!"

"Kristy, you're family. I couldn't hate you even if I wanted to." Mary Jane rubbed a circle around her back. "Tell me."

Kristy nodded. "I should. I have to. I don't know if I should but, no, you have to know--"

"Know what?" Mary Jane asked, now beginning to feel flustered. What could Kristy tell her that was worth this much aggravation on her part?

"I saw Peter fucking someone else."

Mary Jane was stunned. She couldn't even let out a gasp. "You saw...?"

Kristy began to sob, drawing the attention of the other diners. Mary Jane got up and hauled Kristy up too. She guided her to the ladies' room.

"Stop crying, Kristy. I'm sorry you had to see that, but--"

"I'm such an awful cousin!" Kristy wailed. "I should've marched right in there and demanded he stop, told him he should call you right up and confess everything--"

"He was having sex with a woman with white hair, right? Really big boobs? Looked like she really enjoyed it too, I bet."

Kristy all but stopped sniffling. "What? Yes. How did you know?"

"Kristy, Peter and I are in an open relationship. That's Felicia. I know all about her. We've... we've been going out with her for a long time now."

"Going out with her?" Kristy calmed herself. Mary Jane petted her arm, waiting patiently as the girl got hold of herself. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that Peter's had sex with her before, with my blessing, Kristy. I have too. I've watched them and Peter has watched us. I'm sorry you stumbled onto that without understanding--that must've been very disturbing for you to see without knowing the context--but Peter has every right to enjoy himself with Felicia. I let him the same way he lets me."

"Then... then you're... some kind of swingers?" Kristy asked, struggling to understand.

"Well, not exactly. It's not really your business, but since you already know enough for this to be bothering you, I might as well explain. Felicia is an old girlfriend of Peter's and a close friend of mine. We stayed in touch with her after we got married and she never exactly tried to seduce Pete, but he was always attracted to her, and her to him."

Mary Jane hopped up on the counter to get comfortable.

It got to the point where I started thinking about demanding that Peter cut her off," she continued, "just not see her again. But that made me feel ridiculous, because I was such good friends with Felicia; she was exactly the sort of person I would want to hang out with if I were Peter. It didn't feel right to let her keep flagellating herself by being close to what she wanted but not getting it, and it hurt me too to know that Felicia could be happy, but I wouldn't give her what she needed for that."

"But Peter was

your husband!"

Kristy insisted. "Is your husband! Not hers!"

"Yes, that was what I thought. But then I thought... would he stop being my husband if he had sex with her? He would if he betrayed me, if he cheated on me--obviously. But if I gave him permission, then Felicia could get what she wanted and Peter could get what he wanted and I would get something out of it too." Mary Jane assumed a dreamy expression as the memories ganged up on her. "I had always wondered what it would be like with another woman. And Felicia is so much more than just another woman. I think I may have indulged in her more than Peter has."

"So it's just Felicia then? You don't... go to orgies or anything?"

"That would be a little much," Mary Jane laughed. "Felicia is a very special woman. She's not just some vixen. She's experienced, open-minded--naturally sensuous. Peter and I are very lucky to have found her. I don't know if we would ever have... experimented if it weren't for her. But I'm glad we did."

"Then you don't... with other men...?" Kristy asked.

"No, no--Peter has me covered there."

"But you can?"

"I suppose. But I don't want to. Once you've had what Peter and I have, you really aren't too interested in anything else. Though there are always... possibilities." Mary Jane smiled. "Why, think you could hook me up with someone?"

"No!" Kristy laughed nervily. "I could never find a guy like Peter... Felicia's really lucky that you're such an understanding wife... I don't know if I could stand letting Peter be with someone else, even if he always came back to me..."

"That's funny." Mary Jane put her hand on Kristy's forehead. "You're talking like all systems are clear, but you're burning up inside. I realize this is a lot to take in, and I even understand if you disapprove, but you have to understand--this is my life, mine and Peter's."

"No, I don't..." Kristy forced Mary Jane's hand away. "I don't disapprove."

"Then what is it? I told you all this so you'd stop being bothered. You look worse than ever."

Kristy scowled. "It's just not fair!" she burst. "Not only do you get Peter, but Felicia does too?! It was one thing when he was taken, but now he can have sex with anyone he wants, and I still--"

She hurriedly shut up. But not fast enough.

"Kristy," Mary Jane said slowly. "Cousin... when you saw Peter having sex with that woman, was the only thing that bothered you that he was cheating on me?"

"No! I mean, yes! I--"

"How much of it did you see? Did you just see what they were doing and stop looking or did you keep watching, after you knew what was happening?"

"I... I wanted to leave..."

Mary Jane nodded. "It sure is a sight to see when Peter's making love to someone, isn't it?"

Kristy's throat felt hoarse, like she'd been screaming all night. "He wasn't making love to her! He was fucking that little slut, hard, and he knew that's what he was doing! He called her a dirty cunt! No, she called herself that..."

Mary Jane chuckled. "Felicia can be very enthusiastic. I can understand how someone could be jealous of all the attention she was getting, the things she was feeling..."

"It was for you!" Kristy protested, fresh tears hurrying to replace her dried ones. "I was upset for you! You're the only person who should get to feel those things!"

"But I'm not. And I don't want to be. Do you want me to be, really? Would you like it if Peter were intimate only with me?"

"N-no," Kristy admitted. Her throat felt dry as a desert. She turned a faucet on and cupped handfuls of the streaming water into her mouth to try and cool it...

Mary Jane grinned deviously... slowly pulling her lower lip between her teeth. "Who would you rather have sex with?" she asked after Kristy had gotten down a few mouthfuls of water. "Felicia or Peter?"

"Peter, of course," Kristy said, then slapped her hands over her mouth like she could still block her confession. The water she'd been feeding herself splashed her face, including her glasses.

Mary Jane giggled gently and took Kristy's glasses off her, cleaning them on her own blouse. "Kristy, you're my cousin and I love you. I like Felicia a lot too, but... do you really think that if you genuinely wanted something, I would let some stray cat have it and not my own blood?"

Kristy's eyebrows shot up. "You mean... if I wanted Peter... I don't want Peter... but if I wanted him, you'd be alright with it?"

Mary Jane set Kristy's glasses back on the bridge of her nose. "No, I wouldn't be alright with it." She smiled infectiously at her cousin. "I'd want to watch until I'm sure that man of mine has given you everything you deserve."

***

After Peter got home but before the festivities began, Mary Jane and Kristy went into the bathroom together for a last-minute make-up session. They wanted this play to look as good as it felt.

"Try this bubble-gum pink blush. It'll look great on you," Mary Jane suggested.

"Oh, yeah! Here, I've got some real nice pink lipgloss--you should wear it too."

Kristy blushed her cheek with the pretty pink, layering it onto her young, fresh face. Then she put on a thick pink gloss that made her lips look as juicy as Mary Jane's. She didn't feel upset when MJ put it on too and made her lips look as pouty as a goddess. It wouldn't been just wrong if they did this and her cousin didn't look as nice as Felicia had...

They came out of the bathroom into a spacious living room of plush leather couches, a large glass coffee table, and posh antique furnishings. The combination of Peter's photography and Mary Jane's modeling paid well.

Peter was already fine-tuning his camera to the light streaming through the expansive windows. He had heard that Mary Jane wanted to shoot another session with him, though not all of what she wanted. MJ rarely got a chance to surprise her husband the way he did her. She would take full advantage of this opportunity.

"You look spectacular, ladies," he said, loading the first roll into his camera and closing it up. "Why don't you just stand there for now? No need to overthink this."

"I'm not sure about that," Mary Jane said, leading Kristy to the center of the room with her arm suggestively around the other woman's waist, hand on her little powderpuff of a hip. "We'd probably like what you're thinking, wouldn't we, cous?"

Peter started snapping pictures of them with a wordless grin. There wasn't much cause for his expertise--a chimp with a Polaroid could make those two look good. They were adorable, sensual, and the way they smiled for the camera was a sex act in and of itself.

"Bet you'd like us to raise our skirts and show you our panties, wouldn't you?" Mary Jane teased.

Peter blushed, but kept a ready grin. He could see from one look at Kristy that she wasn't intimidated by Mary Jane's flirtatiousness--and those two had always been on the same wavelength.

"I wouldn't say no," he replied quickly.

"Then don't say no," Mary Jane said, lifting her pleated black skirt, showing off her tight red panties.

Her ginger sex made the gusset of her panties try to hold it in. Then she spun around so that Peter could get as good a look at her ass as he had at her crotch.

"Now it's your turn, cous," Mary Jane said.

Kristy lifted her skirt. Underneath, her panties were tight and white and thin. Her red hair shaded the groin of them so that it looked like Mary Jane's panties were all over.

"I think he'd like to see more than that," Mary Jane said.

"Oh yeah?" Kristy retorted. Then she focused on Peter: "Do you want to see more, Peter?"

"I think I would."

Kristy lowered her panties with her thumbs, keeping them around her thighs so that Peter could take pictures of her pussy, thick with red down.

"Don't forget about me," Mary Jane said, lowering her hand into her red panties, making the crotch bulge so much that it almost split. "Seeing her with her panties down makes me hot. Would you like some pictures of me hot?"

"Yes. Yes, I would," Peter said numbly, taking pictures of Mary Jane doing what she was doing.

He didn't know what they had in mind and wasn't in much state to figure it out. He didn't know if he liked the way they were looking at him--like he was something to be devoured.

Kristy came up to him. With each step, her lowered panties ran lower and lower on her legs, until she'd stepped out of them and only her skirt was left.

"I like you, Peter," she said. "I think my cousin's very lucky to have you."

Her soft hand touched his chest. Then it ran down his body. Until she grabbed hold of his cock, made immense by the show the two women had put on. Her fingers felt cool and soft through his slacks, and his prick felt like it was on fire.

"Think I'll get lucky too?" Kristy asked, moving her hand gently up and down.

Mary Jane watched her cousin casually jacking off her husband, who barely looked to her for permission before focusing on the woman giving him a handjob. MJ understood. Peter wouldn't be much of a man if he said no to a barely legal redhead.

And either Kristy had gotten one very good look at Felicia's techniques or she was learning some things that Mary Jane wasn't teaching her. Mary Jane decided she should do more to encourage Peter and Kristy's relations.

What Kristy needed, it would be better for her to get here at home than with some creep. After all, how many guys were out there who could give Kristy what Peter could?

Mary Jane reached out and started squeezing Peter's balls, adding to the stroking Kristy was giving him. His face contorted with lust. He could've been in pain, except for how he groaned.

Mary Jane felt how full and heavy his sack was. There were tremors going through it, emanating from Peter's shaft, and MJ wondered how much throbbing there was for Kristy to feel.

Peter shuddered, the only response he could make as hands, cool and clever, encircled his cock. Soft fingers explored all the hardness his lust had to offer, but somehow he managed not to come.

He didn't credit himself with any amount of willpower. MJ was in the lead and she showed Kristy how a little gentleness, a little skill, could take him to the edge but not let him over. He saw drop after drop of precum seeping through their playing fingers.

Mary Jane touched her slimy fingertips to Kristy's mouth, giving her a taste she wasn't yet bold enough to get from the source. Kristy joined in on the fun, smearing the precum on Mary Jane's face and down her neck and even over her supple cleavage. MJ responded in kind, looping her fingers in Kristy's hair and bringing it down to join in catching his spilling fluid.

Peter had never before felt so much like a woman's toy, existing only for her pleasure. That and the pleasure of the girl she trusted him to satisfy. And it made him so hard that he couldn't believe he hadn't come yet.

He returned the favor, fondling Kristy's small, pert breasts as well as Mary Jane's larger, more voluptuous ones. He was endlessly fascinated with how the soft flesh responded to his lightest touch. Their nipples grew turgid, stiffening even at the approach of his caress. When he actually touched them, he solicited a sharp intake of breath. It stunned him how the touching was exciting all of them... being touched as much as touching.

He took Kristy by the hair and forced her head around with all the gentleness he could muster, until their mouths crushed together. Her lips opened to his, letting his experienced tongue into decadent liquid warmth. He drove his tongue deep into her delight.

Peter knew, as when he was being shared by Mary Jane and Felicia, that he was enjoying an experience few men were lucky enough for. And like when he was with those two women, he was determined to make it as satisfying for the women as it was for his lucky self. As hard as it was not to get carried away and hilt himself into any hole he could get, pounding away until he'd sated all the passion overwhelming him. But right now they were whetting their appetites for him and he would savor that for as long as he could.

"Oh Christ!" he groaned, his voice tiny compared to all he was feeling. "You're too good to me, too fucking good to me!"

Peter would've thought that he couldn't get any more excited than he already was. His body felt like it was on fire, a flame that couldn't grow any hotter. His tendons were corded like the most tightly wound rope and he knew that the urge for release was rapidly eclipsing his desire to restrain himself. But he had no idea how exciting Kristy could be, in her near-total inexperience. Even Felicia, with all her skill, would be hard-pressed to aroused him as much as Kristy's overt zeal to try him out.

She took his girthy member inside her fist, sliding it up to his throbbing crown. Her cool fingers caging his seething arousal felt so incredible that he had to resist screaming as much as coming. He knew he was about to be Kristy's first blowjob.

But Kristy didn't taste him yet. Instead she bowed her head down to his engorged knob, as if in awed examination, and blew through pursed lips onto his cockhead. He'd never felt anything like it. Her soothing breath tried to cool the uncoolable heat of his erection, making it burn all the hotter. Her fingers cradled the pulsing warmth her exhale provoked from him. Somehow he gave her only his heat, not his eruption.

"I think he's enjoying himself," Kristy giggled, in disbelief that she was bringing such joy to a man who'd been with babes like Felicia and her cousin.

"Oh fuck yes," he moaned.

"Let's really make him happy," Mary Jane cooed. "I'm going to teach you everything he likes."

"Holy shit, you're going to kill me."

"She is," Mary Jane told him. "If she can."

While Kristy blew on the tip of his cock some more, Mary Jane dropped down and stirred the hair on his balls. They tightened every time her breath flowed over them. Peter groaned with the torturous need to drive himself right into the offer of her mouth.

"I've got him so excited," Kristy gasped. "There's so much stuff coming out."

"You haven't seen anything yet," Mary Jane giggled. "Lick him. Get some more."

Peter all but howled feeling the tip of Kristy's tongue running through the precum dripping down his shaft. She slid her tongue over his seeping glans, slowly drilling it into the hole, drawn away from fresh precum only to get at what had already been shed on his collar. Cleaning it with slow, sensual thoroughness. Peter was ready to sheath himself in Kristy's mouth when Mary Jane drew her clear of him.

"Don't get him too excited," Mary Jane warned. "Even my tiger can only take so much."

"Oh shit," Peter breathed. "You're driving me crazy. How much more can you want me to take?"

"We'll stop just as soon as we've got everything in your balls," Mary Jane promised him sardonically. "You want to show my cous how much a big strong man can come, don't you?"

He felt Mary Jane's tongue traipse along the underside of his scrotum.

"Fuck, oh fuck!"

"I didn't know I could make a man feel so good," Kristy said, licking away every droplet of sperm emerging from his glanshole. "How much does he have in him?"

"You're going to find out, Mary Jane promised. "But maybe not right now. You should see some of how good he can make you feel."

But Peter didn't want to show her any of that right now. He was too far gone, feeling liquid fire gathering in his balls. At the very last moment of his control, Kristy stopped touching him. Mary Jane quit blowing on his prick and they left it thrumming in the air, towering above his stomach with awe-inspiring potential. It occurred to Kristy that how far it rose above his body was how far it would go into her.