Chapter 3.1 -- The Fight
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Things weren't always like this. Not always.
Back in the old days Vincent lived at home until they were old enough to go to college. When Vincent went to college, he rented a house near school and eventually his twin-sister Nicole moved in with him because rent turned out to be a little too much for his wallet. The house was big enough -- too big for him alone anyway.
The initial thought was that he'd rent the house together with a good friend of his, Mark, but Mark backed out at the last moment, which meant he either took on the house all by himself or shared it with someone else. Seeing how he didn't want to share a house with anyone else but someone he actually knew and liked, there weren't many other choices but to let Nicole in and share it with her. She was looking for a place anyway and since they both attended the same college, it was perfect for her as well.
He had planned to shelter the bill for rent by his own, splitting it with his sister, but their parents stepped in at the last moment and said they would cover the rent for them. It had surprised him, seeing as how they had never even bothered to mention that to them. But it would allow them to focus on their studies and his father had explained that they had saved money for this occasion so they wouldn't have to feel guilty for not paying their own rent. He only wanted them to do one thing in return: look after each other.
They had a set of rules which they had to abide in order to get along. They knew each other and therefore they also knew what their weak points were. Vincent wasn't the type of person who did much in the house unless nobody was home and Nicole tended to leave things alone until the very last minute, so they divided the house chores between them in order to give both of them some responsibility. Sometimes it worked out, sometimes it didn't, so every now and then they had a big fight about how they each didn't follow up on their responsibilities.
Today was one of those days.
Once again she had failed to put the dishes in the dishwasher and it had made him angry. The sink was full of dirty dishes, mugs and all sort of stuff. He could hardly wash his hands if he had wanted to. Of course he could clean it up -- just a few minutes of his time -- but it became a matter of principle by now. It was her responsibility, so she should take the responsibility for it.
He tried to do something to make that anger subside and found himself next to the pile of laundry; one of the tasks he was supposed to do, but with everything going on he hadn't been able to make time to get it done. The mindlink with Jenny had torn a pretty large hole in everything he had wanted to do and because of that he was way behind with most of the things he had planned to do, in both his studies and the house chores.
Nicole wasn't the type to clean up the messes until they got out of hand. Apparently the dishes weren't bad enough to warrant her to take action, so she let it sit there until it got bad enough to get started.
His inability to deal with the mindlink for the past few days didn't make him feel much better now that Jenny had accepted his new gift. He was still scared shitless for what it was and how fast it had progressed to the point where he and Jenny were almost permanently connected. He was sick with fear for how it would turn out when he went along with Jenny's suggestion, to actually
train
it, and it scared him even more that a few days ago he had managed to capture some of Alice's thoughts. Or at least he thought he did. The whole mindreading thing was the one thing on his mind now most of the day and it sapped most of his energy. He realized he was much more grouchy and small things emerged in his mind as large issues, despite them being pretty trivial.
The dishes were such a trivial issue, but due to his state of mind it was a major incident for him. He got annoyed so much that he had shouted at her for not doing the dishes, despite only having to put them into the dishwasher and putting them away afterwards.
"Why don't you
ever
do your job and wash the dishes?" he yelled at her, when she came home late without letting him know.
"If you can't get me clean clothes, I can't do the dishes!" she shot back while pointing at a particular shirt he had in his hands. "Imagine what would happen if these clothes would get dirty; I wouldn't have anything else to wear since you never wash my clothes!"
"Perhaps you shouldn't throw your clothes on the floor then instead of in the laundry box, because there is the laundry I
do
wash!"
"If it wasn't
full
all the time, I might actually
consider
it. But until then, I need my clothes to be
somewhere
."
She held up her hands in an exaggerated gesture when he tried to reply to her accusation.
"Screw you, I'm gonna head over to Nathalie to borrow some clothes. Make sure you have some laundry done by the time I get back."
She slammed the door behind her, leaving Vincent with only a half-finished sentence on his lips. He threw the shirt at the door as if that would get the message across, but it didn't even get to the door before it fluttered down on the floor. He let out an irritated roar.
He hated that part of his sister. She always left while they were arguing and while he admitted that it was better to calm down instead of throwing some more insults -- or shirts in this instance -- she always made him feel like he was on the losing end of the argument.
He grabbed the shirt from the floor, put it on the stairs so he could carry it upstairs later and returned to the kitchen to put away the dishes. He would do the laundry later.
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Chapter 3.2 -- Nathalie
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Nathalie was lying on her back, looking at the ceiling. She wasn't quite seeing the ceiling though, as her attention was somewhere else. Between her legs in particular, actually.
Slurping sounds were coming from there and they were produced by a human male which listened to the name Jim. Jim was a guy Nathalie knew and while they weren't dating, they did hang out often and they also had the occasional casual sex. Today was one of these days and Nathalie was currently enjoying cunnilingus from Jim.
"That's really good, Jim," she groaned and placed her hands on his head to make him use more force.
She loved how he could lick her and drive her completely insane when he was on fire. But today she didn't want to go completely nuts -- she wanted to feel really good and have a good, neat fuck when she was ready. So she kept him at bay and enjoyed his little love bites on her clitoris and the movements he made with his tongue.
"Unnh ... there, yes ... oh, yes ..."
He tried to break loose, but she held his head firmly in place. She was not ready yet. Or rather,
he
wasn't.
"Keep licking me, then I'll let you put it in me later on," she promised. A promise that he really wanted her to fulfill because he started licking even more attentive.
While she was fully capable of steering her personal cunt-licker before, now she could barely keep herself together. He had plunged 2 fingers in her cunt as well, while he was working on her clitoris with his mouth. There was not much she could handle anymore.
"Oh, fuck that," she said and let go of his head.
He didn't need much more. He stood up, crawled half over Nathalie and stopped only to position his dick in front of her opening. It didn't find any resistance anymore as his tongue had already wettened her to the point of no return. With just a single movement he put his penis all the way into her.
Nathalie gasped from the intense feeling of having Jim's dick completely in. His dick was bigger than she could handle, actually, because he would fill up the whole shaft and even managed to get his dick further in, closing in on the womb and still have some more left. She couldn't take him entirely, but he generally tried to pay attention so he wouldn't hurt her. But she was so aroused that only his dick going inside her already brought her to a climax. She grunted, arched her back and allowed his member to go even further in.
But damned if his dick going deep does not feel good,
she thought.
I've had a few guys sticking it in, but this guy really beats all of them. That feeling of entering my womb entrance is so fucking ... arousing.
But while entering gave her so much pleasure, it was nothing compared to when he would start to move. The throbbing stick in her pulsing shaft leaving her and only to return with renewed force, forcing itself to go even further. The rubbing feeling of his manhood pushing against the innerside of her private parts. The sound. The idea of a dick going all the way in and out. In and out.
She barely registered it that he also started nibbling on her nipples, but that's just how far off she already was. Her legs locked his ass into position, her arms rounded his shoulders and her nails were driven deep into his back, leaving clear scratch marks despite her having short nails.
"Hooohh ... fuck. That's good. That's really ... unh ... good."
Jim didn't say anything. He was too busy licking her breasts while pumping away.
The dick in her felt warm and intense. She tightened so she could feel him better, but she also knew that by doing that he would come sooner. It didn't matter. She wanted him to unload his wad into her. She wanted to feel the sperm in her tunnel. She wanted to make him cum. And she didn't have to wait long, because he suddenly started to speed up.
It almost felt as if he could reach even deeper in her and when he made his last push he gave it all he had and shot it all straight into her womb. Squirt by squirt, they went warmly in her. She knew she doesn't cum easily, but whenever he hit her hard and unloaded in her, it sent her over the edge -- again.
He collapsed on the bed next to her and needed to catch his breath for a bit. She did just the same next to him.
"That was good," he spoke. "I really liked that."
