Chapter 1: Every girl is after my Brother!

A red car stops nearby a quaint little house.

The expensive red car with a Tesla symbol in the front looked quite out of place from the surrounding neighbourhood.

The car window rolls down, revealing a young girl seated inside. The girl had red hair and green eyes. 

"Yes, I'm already outside your house," the girl announces aloud, her gaze fixed on the door of the house.

"MJ, just give me a minute, I'm almost ready," a hurried female voice crackles from the car's speakers.

MJ glances at the time, noting it's 7:40. With 20 minutes left before school starts, she simply replies, "Alright," before the call abruptly ends.

"D.A.I.S.Y., is he awake yet?" MJ inquires aloud.

"Yes, he just woke up," a sweet female voice emanates from the car's speaker.

"Call him," MJ commands briskly.

"He's... a little busy right now," the sweet voice replies, sounding somewhat awkward.

"This is not the time to work. He has a press conference at 9; he should start getting ready already. Video connect me to the room he's in," MJ's voice carries a hint of annoyance.

"Attempting direct connection... Authority sufficient... Connection granted," the female voice responds, now more robotic.

The touch screen buttons inside the car vanish, replaced by a widescreen display

As MJ's eyes focused on the scene displayed on the screen, her face flushed as red as her hair, and she started feeling thirsty.

***

10 minutes ago

Slurp Slurp

You open your eyes hearing a strange sound and feeling something moist enveloping your dick.

Groggily, you turn to identify the source of the noise.

You see a green pair of eyes similar to yours looking up at you playfully. It's a woman with platinum blonde hair, who was licking your erect dick with her small tongue.

You recognise her immediately.

Felicia Hardy

She is doing an arts major at your college the Empire State University. She is also one of the campus belle, not that it matters to you much as beautiful women do surround you all the time at your university.

Still looking at this beautiful girl licking your cock, you feel as if this is all a dream, especially because you know her from your previous life, you know of her future.

She is the Black cat.

In your previous life she was a fictional character, drawn on pages. She was a famous thief and a love interest of spiderman in the comics, and one of the hottest characters according to you.

And now that girl is real and is giving you a blowjob.

"Such a naughty cat you are," you said, placing a hand on her head and running your fingers through her smooth, long platinum blonde hair.

"A cat does need her morning milk, lii~ick, especially when it's her birthday," Felicia purrs sensually, her tongue tracing the length of your shaft from base to tip.

You grunt in satisfaction, but it's far from enough to bring you to climax.

You take a look around your room.

You notice that almost all traces of yesterday's madness seem to have been cleaned up. D.A.I.S.Y. must have ordered the cleaning robots to take care of it.

You sigh, feeling a wave of relief wash over you, and close your eyes for a moment.

Sometimes, you can't shake the feeling that this is all unreal, like an illusion of your mind. But after 18 years of living in this fictional Marvel world, you've come to accept, albeit reluctantly, that you've reincarnated into an alternate version of the Marvel universe.

And you've certainly made the most of these 18 years. You have done justice to your meta knowledge.

As you are no ord-

"Ughh"

Your musings are interrupted by a powerful suction force, Felicia had started taking the bulb of your dick in her mouth.

No one would look at her and say that she was a virgin just some hours ago.

Pop

"You have such a monster of a cock," Felicia remarks, releasing your head with a pop sound. "This is definitely not normal," she adds, attempting to take more of it into her mouth.

You adjust yourself slightly so you can play with her soft, ample breasts.

You mold them in your hands as if they were made of clay, even pinching and pulling at her nipples.

"Hmm yess," Felicia moans aloud, clearly enjoying your touch.

"Looks like last night wasn't enough for you," you say with a smirk, though you know her recently deflowered pussy isn't ready for another round.

"You were such a Beast last night!" she says dreamily, planting kisses along your shaft. "I've dreamt of this moment for the past three months, my Hero ravaging me like a beast! But you surpassed even my wildest fantasies!"

Listening to her words you feel agitated, you stand up and get your penis on her face.

She looks up at you with lust filled eyes.

You rub your dick on her face as if marking her, and she takes big sniffs of it on her own. From this position you can see how big your dick is, covering her whole face easily.

"How did this even fit inside me last night!" she exclaims, her eyes closed in pleasure.

"Do you want to try it again?" you tease, playfully slapping her face with your cock.

Annoyed, she looks up at you and takes your dick in her hand, starting to stroke it. "I will bite you," she warns, her eyes glinting mischievously.

You feel a twinge of worry as she takes your dick in her mouth and makes a biting motion, but then she lightly presses with her teeth before letting go.

She looks up at your worried face, teasingly.

"Bad kitty, you need to be punished," you assert, grabbing her head and fixing it in place.

With careful movements, you start to move your hips, ensuring not to go too far forward and only as much as she's comfortable with.

Drool begins to fall from her mouth, and you feel yourself getting increasingly turned on by the sight of Felicia getting face-fucked.

Soon, you can't hold back any longer, and you start to leak.

"Ughh, yes, Felicia, take it," you groan, pushing her face a bit to get your cock deeper into her throat, increasing the pressure.

"Gulp, gulp," she tries her hardest to swallow, but her cheeks are filled, and her face starts to show signs of discomfort. You withdraw and paint her face white with your release, your cum spreading everywhere—on her face, her hair, her tits. You've always been a heavy cummer.

"Happy birthday, kitty," you murmur.

"Th-thank youuuu," her voice sounds husky, her eyes unfocused. She seems a bit out of it.

"I-if you're done with her, then go and get ready. You have to attend the press conference soon... 'Big Bro'," another girl's voice abruptly interrupts.

You look to the side wall in shock, where there was a wide projection of a girl who bears a striking resemblance to you.

It was your little sister Mary Jane Watson.

"Red," you mutter, feeling your dick twitch and grow harder at the sight of her.

You see her shocked and flustered, her face flushing crimson. "Finish it fast and don't be late," she instructs before the video abruptly disconnects.

"D.A.I.S.Y., you should have warned me," you grumble aloud.

"But you were busy. I didn't want to disturb you," a sweet voice responds in the room.

You wonder how much she saw and how engrossed you were to not notice her presence.

Turning to Felicia, you see her starting to come around. With your still-erect dick, you scoop her up and head towards the bathroom.

"Let me wash you thoroughly," you say, massaging her fat ass as you go.

***

Back at the car.

MJ's face was flushed red, and she had been rubbing her thighs, feeling the tightness of her jeans becoming increasingly constricting.

It wasn't the first time she had seen it, but it had never felt this hot and wild before. Before she could dwell on it further, a voice brought her back to reality.

"Sorry for being late, I just couldn't find my math assignment," a blonde girl closed the door of the house and hurried towards her car.

The car's door opened on its own, and she swiftly got inside.

"Liz, it's always something with you," MJ said irritably, trying her best to control her breathing so that Liz wouldn't notice any unusual behavior.

"Okay, okay, let's go. We still have to pick up Penny," Liz said, cutting MJ off before she could say more.

MJ starts the engine, and the Tesla glides smoothly away from the neighbourhood, making no sound. A navigation map displays on the screen in front of MJ, showing the route to Penny's house.

"Were you talking with someone just now?" Liz asks MJ curiously.

"My brother. He has an important press conference today," MJ responds, shaking her head to clear the images from her mind.

"Nooo! Ughhh! Why couldn't I have hurried up a bit today? I missed my chance to talk to him," Liz exclaims in shock, slapping her forehead in defeat.

MJ rolls her eyes at her.

"By the way, did you tell him about me? Did you show him the pic I asked you to show?" Liz stops abruptly and hurriedly asks MJ.

"Pic? Which pic?" MJ asks, not remembering.

"Wait," Liz opens her smartphone, and after a few seconds of searching, she finds it. "This one!"

"Why would I show him your pics?" MJ asks, pushing Liz's hands away from her face so she can focus on the road.

"Because they are cute, and yeah, also tell him my name is Elizabeth Allan, but he can call me Liz, and yes, do not forget to mention that I am single!" Liz insists, emphasizing the last part.

"Oh, and what about Flash's proposal last week?" MJ asks with a smirk.

"Ughh! He's just an idiot. I'm not going to become his girlfriend. I only have one man in my heart, Lucas," Liz says shyly.

"Why are you so obsessed with my brother?" MJ asks, rolling her eyes at Liz's drama.

"Are you seriously asking me that, MJ? Your brother is Lucas Watson! Wait … look at these pics."

"He is so hot! So smart, and so rich too. At just 18 years old, he's among the top 10 wealthiest people on Earth. I read an article last night that talked about how he might have more money than even Harry's dad, Osborn!" Liz starts speaking dreamily.

MJ sees the pic and is once again reminded of the towering pole underneath him. Shaking her head, she shifts her attention back to the road.

"He is self-made, genius, young, handsome, and filthy rich. C'mon, MJ, you even took Penny and Gwen to Watson Tower to meet him. Am I not your friend too?" Liz rattles MJ's arm.

"Alright, alright, stop. I'll see if he has time, and then I'll take you to see him," MJ relents, feeling annoyed.

"Thank you, MJ, you're the best!" Liz says, kissing MJ's cheek and laughing aloud.

"But you'll have to promise me that you'll behave yourself!" MJ swipes the drool off her cheek and speaks seriously.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Liz replies absentmindedly, seeming to be in her own world now as she waves MJ off.

"Brother, how many girls' hearts are you gonna rob?" MJ mumbles wearily.