You Don't Need Superpowers

"Are you sure?" Gustav asked, kissing my neck.

"Yeah," I whispered, and he slid his boxers off. "You were serious?" My eyes opened wide.

"Yeah," he said. "I could never lie to you,"

"Go on then," I said, adn he pushed himself into me. I gasped. I guess I still wasn't used to it even afer six other times.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, keep going," He started up a pace adn he hit a spot in me. I didn't know that that spot existed. I let out a soft moan, which he must have liked. He went a bit faster, and I moaned even louder.

"That good?" he smirked.

"Uh, yeah," I said, almost in a whisper. I felt such immense pleasure. In only a few moments I screamed, climaxing. He pulled out, and i sort of did a twitch. I do that all the time, dammit. It just feels weird when they pull out quickly.

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"Damn, Ann, you can eat a fucking mountain," I said, walking downstairs.

"Shuddup," she said, her mouth ful of pickles. Ew. I really did feel like gagging.

"Where were you?" Bill asked.

"Is that your business?" I asked.

"Well, no, but still, tell me."

"I'm not telling you."

"So how good was it?" Damn, he'd causght me in a lie.

"How good was what?"

"You know damn well 'what'"

"Bill, do I have to siscuss this with you?"

"No, but you should,"

"Well, I'm not. Go away. Go make Ann stop stuffing her face or something,"

"No."

"Bill, do I have to slap you?"

"No, but you have to tell me that Ann is the only one that's going to be pregnant in this house."

"She's the only one. Let's not be stupid, Bill. Gustav isn't Tom, okay?" Yeah, maybe I as pissy. I'm usually pissy.

"WHatever," he said, backing off.

"Bill, if I had something to throw at you right now, I'd totally throw it at you!"

"Hey, don't go dissing my man," Bria laughed.

"Ah, shut up. He's prying into my life."

"I'm always prying into your life though!"

"Yeah, but you're not a guy, are you?"

"No, but-"

"Point proven. Now go kiss Bill or something."

"Bria! I want Hawaiian Punch!" Ann yelled.

"Ann! That's only manufactured in the U.S!" I yelled back.

"Spoil sport," she yelled back.

"Hey, you want something?" Bria asked me.

"Umm, not really, thanks."

"Okay whatever."

Arms wrapped around my waist adn I looked behind me. "Hey, baby," Gustav said, swaying me back and forth.

"Mmm, hi, want some food? Bria's cooking up a storm for Ann,"

"Sure, what is there?"

"Uh, pasta, pickles, anything, really," I said, adn i grabbed a sprite walking over to sit next to Ann.

"Uh, french toast, please?"

"Yeah, sure," Bria said adn got the stuff out.

"Mmm, you're sharing that with me, right?"

"No."

"Please?"

"I suppose,"

"Yay!"

"Nah, nevermind."

"Meanie. I give you a good time adn I don't even get a piece of french toast?"

"Well, I suppose you can have one piece. It was pretty good."

"Ew!"
Ann screamed, hearing our conversation.

"Shut up, Ann."

"You guys did it?"

"Is that your business?"

"Yes."