Spending Time with Family (Part 5)

"Hello mam, my name is Emelia and this is Emma." Emma awkwardly waved, her embarrassment clear, the excitement just as noticeable. The woman kept silent, waiting for me to continue.

"Is it ok if we come in to talk? We aren't here to sell anything, just here to talk about a personal matter." I could sense her emotions as she was somewhat weirded out, but knowing that crime was all but gone from most of society she closed the peep hole hatch and opened the door.

What i saw would be considered bliss for all lesbians and men alike. A beautiful MILF stood before me, her breasts just as large as Illyana's; Double D, and a somewhat tight shirt clinging to her figure. My gawking didn't last long however as Emma squeezed my hand tighter, her strength somehow straining against my skin and bones more than she should be able to.

'I should cease... Sorry Emma...'

`Apology accepted.`

"Come in, please just sit on the couch. I apologise for the mess, we were starting our house move."

"Oh, you are moving, sorry about the timing!"

Emma sounded quite worried that she was interfering and fucking up any of their plans. Now it was my time to squeeze her hand a little, carefully of course. She tensed up and looked at me before nodding and moving forwards with me into the lounge room. Her gaze was a little frustrated with my actions but returned to normal as she looked around the room with interest. 

Speaking of the room, it was rather baron of most homely things as boxes lie around the room discordantly piled. Many had items hanging out of them or poking out as cardboard was torn through by metallic trophies or various kitchen utensils. May liked to cook no doubt, as all good MILFS do. The main thing still set up in the space was the couch, the tv opposite it sitting on the floor with a cable dangling over the back of it.

"Don't stress about it! I was just talking to my nephew, who is currently slacking off... Teenagers..." 

She was exasperated by Peter's laziness, that much i could tell. Perhaps it was because of their move, he wouldn't be able to be with his girlfriend or something. I could pry into it more but I didn't want to be uncouth, no sixth senses were happening this time so it wouldn't be justified. 

"Anyway! What can I help you two ladies with?" 

"Ah... Well, it is a sorta long story..."

"Emma, it is rather short... It's just hard to outright say."

May seemed confused at our short conversation and sat on a singular recliner, her face showing some small concern. We were complete strangers to her and peter, our lack of clarification was beginning to worry her. Seeing this I sighed and took off my tinted sunglasses, my currently Golden eyes shining back at my Wife's aunt.

"I am sorry to be blunt but my wife, Emma, has recently found that she was born to a different mother than she had been raised to."

May seemed confused at how this had anything to do with her, body language and expression showing this clearly. Emma had grabbed my shoulder in panic, hoping to have broached the subject in a lighter more cordial manner. I knew that wouldn't work though, we were complete strangers and the best way in such a situation was to be blunt and get the idea through with brute force, then there can be a period to adjust to the news.

"Could you explain why this has anything to do with me?"

I looked at Emma and smiled, turning my head back to Emma's Aunt, May.

"Recently we discovered that 18-20 years ago Emma's fake mother and her fake father killed a woman who was very young at that point, around 18. Looking further into this incident I quickly uncovered that the name of this woman was Mary Parker."

May was shocked, stunned, flabbergasted, and many other words that no doubt meant she was fucking blown away. Her hands were twitching as tears slowly poured out. I wasn't surprised as this was most likely something she had never expected for today, or any day for that matter. Emma was instantly worried and moved over her body kneeling in front of May and holding her hands, as if to calm her down. Her aunt simply looked at her and began to tear up more, her face turning more red as emotions billowed out.

It was at this moment Peter Parker, or, Spider Man stepped out. His mannerisms changed within moments from relaxed and lazy to concerned and cautious.

"Aunt May? Who are these people? Are you okay?"

"Hic- I am, okay, just didn't expect this, at all. Hic."

Peter calmed momentarily and looked at me, his hair raising as he understood the difference in power immediately. I smiled at him and then turned back to May and Emma, watching my beautiful wife holding her aunt's hands, calming her down gradually.

"H-how is this possible...? Didn't she die?"

I had a feeling she wasn't talking about Mary.

"Emma did not die. In fact, she was taken by those that killed her mother and raised by them... Just yesterday we found out about all of this and dealt with them."

Peter began to unconsciously sweat despite my calm and soothing demeanor, May taking it slightly better as she did not understand my power level at all. Her eyes ran over Emma leading her to frown somewhat.

"If she was the twin of Peter, why does she have blonde hair and he doesn't?"

"Ah, i thought you'd bring that up... You see, Emma is a mutant. Her looks and genetics were changed somewhat in the process of birth, in fact, it is the same with Peter over there."

If Peter was sweating before he was now drenched, his forehead was tightly furrowed as sweat glided down his face in glimmering clumps. May was stunned by the insinuation and immediately began to deny it.

"Peter? No, he is a genius, sure. But a super human? No... I mean we are all High Humans now, but that doesn't mean he is a mutant."

She looked over at Peter and saw him looking at the ground and then at the windows. Countenance soon switched, her eyes narrowing and her hands halting completely.

"Peter...?"

"Um... Yes Aunt May?"

"Is the lady correct?" 

Looking at me for a second I gave her my name receiving a nod from her.

"...Y-yes." 

He looked at me with a pissed off expression as he jumped to the ceiling and latched onto it, without his suit or webbing. I smiled widely whilst Emma looked on in interest. Yeah, May was how you would expect though, pissed.

"So you've been hiding this from me all this time!?"

I winced and looked away, whistling. Peter glared at me from the ceiling before dropping down and quickly apologising to May, the woman not taking it and de-sheathing her left slipper, proceeding to chase after him until such a point that she could get a hit in. Needless to say, after a minute straight of the antics she came back, puffed out. 

"That brat is definitely faster than I remember him being...!"

She dropped to the same recliner and looked at Emma.

"I mean... I would ask for a DNA test but..."

'System?'

|Done|

Smiling I reached into space and pulled out several documents, all DNA data. Several sheets outlined the distinct ancestors that Emma is descended from and then her connection to Mary Parker and Richard Parker. It even showed the twin DNA that was present between Peter and her. She was convinced in under a minute as she looked at the result.

"I thought it'd be like this... A-anyway! We have to celebrate! My Niece is alive when we all thought she had died... It calls for Pizza."

I chuckled at that as Peter slowly creeped along the roof, dropping beside Emma after hearing about the DNA result.

"So I have a sister?"

"Yes, you do."

"Why didn't you tell me about it sooner?"

"Look you little punk...! I was busy raising you and looking after Ben, got it?"

"Yes Mam!" 

He stopped that line of questioning immediately as the slipper was slowly raised again. I wasn't the only one laughing now as Emma was too, my wife enjoying the antics of her new family. The wounds of her past family were still fresh but the distance she had created before allowed her to accept this more simply and soundly.

"SO...? Pizza?"

"Fuck yeah! Oh, Peter? Wanna meet Tony Stark?"

He was already excited about Pizza let alone meeting one of his heroes. He ran up to me and began to ask question at a rapid pace. Naturally I could understand each question he asked and in which order but to normal High Humans it would be a struggle. Realising this fact he slowed down and began to ask each question individually.

"Where did you meet him!?"

"What is he like!?"

"Is he anything like his public image?"

"Can i see him? Really!?"

Emma chortled at his excitement, gaining some rather confused stares from May who was trying to understand how her day had been simultaneously ruined and made. Emma, seeing her like this continued to chortle away for a few moments more as I just waited for her.

"If my, brother, wants to see Tony Stark, he can. You'll be disappointed but whatever."

"Whoa, you know Tony Stark too!?"

"Kid you have no idea who we know..."

"Kid...?"

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