Marcus' P.O.V.
My aunt seems to have calmed down some. She is pacing slower now. She is now looking at me. Her eyes seem to be tearing up, and I don't know why. She's taking a minute to just stare at me. Why am I getting the chills? I just had a crazy cold feeling rush up and down my spine. My aunt just turned around and is looking at something. Is it a bad omen? Is something else going to happen that wasn't in the comics? What is going on?
"Hey Marcus, you ready for dinner yet?" My aunt asks me. What is that look in her eyes? It's like I am an full course meal and she is starving. I just got the chills again. What is going on?
Aunt Megan's P.O.V.
He is just standing there looking at me. Was he scared of that metal man? He doesn't look it upon closer examination. God he looks so good I could just eat him up. He will be a lady killer when he gets older. Let me ask him again."Hey, my little gluttonous devil, you up for dinner yet or do you wanna wait till your mom gets here?" I asked as I come towards him.
Marcus' P.O.V.
"Hey, my little gluttonous devil, you up for dinner yet or do you wanna wait till your mom gets here?" My aunt Megan asks me as she walks towards me. I quickly observe her and notice she is much calmer now. I guess my pheromones worked. I have notice an issue with my new ability. I can't see if it has affected someone or not. I will have to ask the System about a way around that after I answer my aunt. "How wong till mommy gets here? I am getting hungy." I responded in a childish manner like I usually do. I stick my arms out waiting for her to pick me up and say, "Hug pweaze!" I ask for her to pick me up and hug me acting cute.
Aunt Megan's P.O.V.
As I approach my little nephew he asks me, "How wong till mommy gets here? I am getting hungy." He replies and God it hits me in the heart. He is all of a yard tall, but he is the most handsome boy I have ever seen. When he calls out in his childish voice trying to be a grown man he hits me right in the heart. I see him raise his hands and I know what's coming and I am already about to get weak in the knees. "Hug pweaze." He says and there it is. That shot of adorable cuteness that hits me like a semi right in my heart. When I come to my senses, I am holding him. I didn't even register how he ended up in my arms, but there he is. My little Casanova who has me wrapped around his little finger so tight if he was an adult male I would probably call him master if he would have me. "You're mommy should be here in a couple of minutes." I say while holding him tight against my breasts.
Marcus' P.O.V.
She rushes towards me with a glassy eyed look in her eyes and scoops me up. She was so fast I would've blamed super powers, but I know she doesn't have any. Now she is squishing me against her breasts. God they feel heavenly. If Galactus destroyed the Earth right now I could die a happy child. I reach out and squeeze her breast causing milk to quickly leave a wet spot on her shirt. While she is still glassy eyed I quickly removed my hand. I know she will end up breastfeeding me even though I am now 2 years old. I know this because after years of breastfeeding. I got both her and my mom addicted to having me breastfeed. How you may ask? Simple, take two lonely twin sisters add in one extremely cute and handsome baby (that would be me). Have that baby stealthily make those two twin sisters cum multiple times a day every time they breastfeed him. They are lonely, sexual inactive, and can cum by doing something naturally without any exertion. They just have to let the baby breastfeed.
Now I know you female readers out there will doubt what I am saying. But ask yourself this: if you could have mind numbing, body wracking, pussy spasming orgasms by breast feeding your baby while being single, lonely, sex starved and all while you go basically and stop having sex cold turkey from having sex regularly; can you honestly say it wouldn't affect you? So yeah, my aunt and my mother are addicted to breastfeeding me. On average, my mom and aunt Megan both breastfed me twice a day every day for the past 2 years going on three years. I made them orgasm at least twice from each boob during feeding. That's right, a minimum of eight orgasms a day, every day, and they did nothing but sit back and/or lay down and fed me. You might doubt me even more, but don't forget, for both of them their breasts are highly hypersensitive orogenous zones. Their nipples are actually as sensitive if not more than their clits. "Aunt Meg, when is mommy getting here?" I asked
"I don't know. She should've been here about 5 minutes ago." My aunt replies with a worried tone in her voice. "Let us sit down here on the sofa and watch TV together." She continued as she carried me to the sofa.
"Okay, dat sounds nice."
"Let us see what is on." As she sits down she looks around for the remote. "Marcus can you get aunt Meg the TV guide?"
"Sure aunt Meg, I know exactly where mommy keeps it." I replied.
"Thank you baby." She replies as I run off.
"Here you go aunt Meg." I stated as I come running back with what looks to be a small magazine.
"Thank you baby! You are so helpful." She exclaims. She reaches out takes the TV guide from my hands. Pulls me close, and kisses me on the cheek.
"You're welcome." I replied with a gigglish laugh.
"How about we see if we can find you and cartoons on?"
"Otay!" I reply in an excited voice.
As she cut on the TV she switched it to cartoons. It is afternoon cartoons on Fox one of my favorite times as a kid to watch TV. When all of a sudden there is a loud blaring horn sound three times and then, "We interrupt your regularly scheduled program for an important news announcement." The show flipped to a man in a suit reading from a paper. "As of 3:54 PM a large shadow was seen in the sky over New York City. Panic has started setting in and the roads are jammed pack with people fleeing the city. Scientists have observed a large giant being stand in the outer stratosphere of our planet. This being has a spaceship bigger than the Earth. Authorities are attempting to communicate with this being. As of yet there has been no response. Authorities ask everyone to remain calm and remain indoors. They have assured the public they have a special team to handle this. If that team fails since the giant is outside our atmosphere nuclear weapons will be deployed. This decision has been accepted and ratified in the UN. Any form of aggression by this being shall be faced with all of the might of humanity. I repeat.." The TV announcer repeatedly himself 3 times before the TV said, "We now return you to your regularly scheduled program."
"Aunt Meg what's that mean?" I asked while knowing every bit of what was going on.
"I don't know exactly gummy bear, but we will watch TV, and see if there is more information. Do you mind if we flip to the news channel so we can find out more?" She asks me. I know she is worried so I readily, agree.
"Otay." I replied to try and easy her worry just a little bit. I also activate my pheromones to try and comfort her. She flips the TV to the news channel 11 and we watch in real time what is happening when all of a sudden we see the silver man fly up towards the giant. After about a minute we see the giant slap the Silver Surfer sending him crashing towards back to Earth.
"Aunt Meg that was the nice guy wasn't it. The one called umm.." I act like I can't remember. Aunt Meg gasps when she sees the Silver Surfer get slapped and replies, "The Silver Surfer baby. He is the Silver Surfer. He was the one that complemented us before he left." I can see the look in her eyes, and I feel a sharp pain in the pit of my abdomen. I know this feeling. It is jealousy. That look in aunt Megan's eyes was the look of someone longing. Oh Hell no! I am not letting this woman I have loved and worked on for years to get away when we are approaching the finish line. I guess I need to work harder, but before that I want to know what is going on with my mom.
"Aunt Meg, where is mommy? Can you call her?" I beg with tears in my eyes.
Aunt Megan's P.O.V.
I just saw that Silver Surfer being get slapped out of the sky and my heart lunched. God it has been so long since I last had a man inside me. I am thinking about my longing when I hear from my lap, "Aunt Meg, where is my mommy? Can you call her?" I look down and there he is my little nephew. He is looking up at me with those eyes. You know the ones I am talking about. Those pure, big blue eyes, loaded with the beginning onset of tears. The kind of eyes that wrench at your heart and make you willing to do almost anything for. How could I think of any other being when he is sitting in my lap giving me those eyes. All thoughts of the Silver Surfer have vanished from my mind. There is only him and I in this world at this moment. I can't explain it. Just looking at him gives me peace of mind. I cannot bring myself to worry him in the slightest. "Sure baby, can you bring me the phone and I will call her number." I reply to my little nephew. He gets up and rushes towards the cordless phone. I see his little legs pumping as he runs there and back. He seems so worried. I have to ease his heart. I can't have my little man get worried. So, I dial his mother's number. At first there's no answer. Thinking to myself she must be on her way home. Let me call her satellite phone number. After 2 rings it connects.
"Hello, this is Cassandra Blaze speaking how can I help you?" As I heard my twins voice I see his expectant eyes."Cassie someone important wishes to speak to you." I say. I then hand the phone to Marcus and see his eyes light up.
"Mommy!" His tone and the first words out of his mouth set my heart a flutter. He isn't my baby by blood, but I have basically raised him from birth. I have fed him, clothed him, washed him, burped him, wiped his butt, taught him how to speak, and every other thing you can do for a baby except push him out. He is mine just as much as Cassie's and she knows it.
"Where are you?" He whines worry sounding in his voice. I can see tears in his eyes. I know he loves her and he loves me just as much. He would make the same face for me just as fast. I can feel it in my blood and bones. "I am waiting on a helicopter to come home to you. The roads are slammed and almost to a stop. The helicopter should be here in 30 seconds. As a matter of fact I see it now. Do me a favor sweetheart put auntie Meg back on the phone. I need to speak to her." Is what I hear when he replies, "Okay mommy. Here is auntie Meg." He turns to me with a sad but forced smile and hands me the phone. My heart hurts seeing that look. I need to make it up to him after I get off the phone with Cassie.
"Here Auntie Meg, mommy wants to talk to you." His voice cracks as he holds out the phone with the saddest look I have ever seen. It literally brings tears to my eyes. Oh Cassie you are about to gear it from me. How could you make him make that face. I gently take the phone from his grasp and lean in and give him a feathered kiss on his cheek. I feel his tear touch my lips and I get kissed. I know she is his mother and she is my twin, but I'll be dawned if anyone is going to make my little man cry and not get an ear full. I rise and stand up rubbing the top of his head.
"Meg you there?" I hear Casdie call out to me.
"Cassandra this better be damn well life risking because you just brought tears to Marcus' eyes and down his cheeks right in front of me. You didn't even address his worries and had him hand me the phone. You better have a VERY good reason or when you get home, God as my witness I will beat your ass!" I exclaim with massive anger and fire burning in my heart.
"Damn! Was he really that worried? He was even crying. Sorry Meg I didn't realize he was that shook up right now. Please put him back on the phone I need to make this right. Please." I can hear the angst in her voice which starts to put out the fire in my belly.
"You better!" I say to her then, "Marcus baby mommy forgot something important to say to you. She wants to speak to you first before speaking with me." I say to Marcus as I look into his big sad eyes. His eyes seem to brighten, and he gets a look almost of expectancy. I hand him the phone and he carefully and gingerly brings the phone to his ear.
Marcus' P.O.V.
I get my Aunt Meg to call my mom. The first call must've been to her office because there is no answer the second has to be to her satellite phone. Yep there it is my mother picks up. I watch my aunt and she says, "Cassie someone important wishes to speak with you." She then hands me the phone. Time to put my acting skills to the test.
"Mommy!" I exclaim. In a worried but excited tone. "Where are you?" I continued. She tells me she is waiting on a helicopter and the roads are jammed before asking to speak with my aunt. Time for more over reacting. I put on a sad sorrowful face while trying to look like it doesn't bother me. "Here Auntie Meg, mommy wants to talk to you." I say while thinking of puppies being killed and children being abused. My voice cracks as I hand my aunt the phone. Coincidentally she leans in and kisses my cheek just as a tear rolls down from my eye.
*BOOM*
I can sense the pheromones in the immediate area explode. I look at my Aunt Megan's face and it is one of pure fury. I actually gulp slightly. It is a VERY scary face. I hear my mother asking if my aunt is there. I watch as my aunt slowly lifts the phone to her ear and I watch and I hear her say, "Cassandra this better be damn well life risking because you just brought tears to Marcus' eyes and down his cheeks right in front of me. You didn't even address his worries and had him hand me the phone. You better have a VERY good reason or when you get home, God as my witness I will beat your ass!" My Aunt Meg exclaims. Her voice sounding cold, cruel, and wintery like a Siberian blizzard, but with a burning fury. Her voice sent chills up and down my spine and I felt like my skin was being burned at tge same time by her fury. After a few seconds my aunt said, "You better." Like anything less and she was going to kill someone that was definitely not me.
"Marcus baby mommy forgot something important to say to you. She wants to speak to you first before speaking with me." I can see the fury slowly leaving her eyes and the sound of her voice sounds like sugary syrup loaded with sunshine. I carefully take the phone feeling a little scared, but the tension is leaving. In my mind I have started realizing I think my Aunt Meg is becoming obsessed with me. After handing me the phone she gets down on her knees hugs me and kisses my cheek again and both my eyes. I actually feel her tongue lick away the tears I had cried. It is kinda hot, caring, and a little scary all at once. "Hey mommy, you wanted to tell me something." I stated into the phone.
"My baby boy, I am sorry for not addressing your fears and worries. Please don't be sad. Mommy is rushing to get home to you as quickly as I can. I love you VERY much, and I want you to be happy until I get home. Please don't cry. You will upset both mommy and Auntie Megan. Be a good happy little boy for me and I will give you a special surprise when I get home." I hear my mother coax me. I hear the worry, hurt and care in her voice. It is like a soft feathery warm blanket that wraps around my soul. I cannot lie to this woman. "Okay, mommy. I will be a good happy boy till you get home." I reply to her in a happy voice.
"That's my good baby boy. You keep smiling for me and Aunt Meg and be a happy boy. Then pass the phone to Aunt Meg when you are okay with it. If there is anything else you want to ask me please wait till I get home the helicopter is here and I will not be able to hear you once I am on it."
"Okay mommy, I will pass the phone to Auntie Meg. You can talk to her and I will see you when you get home." I reply with a smile on my face.
"Here Auntie Meg, mommy said she needed to speak to you before she gets on the helicopter and can't hear you."
"Thank you Marcus. Why don't you go sit on the couch and wait for me while I talk to your mommy?"
"Okay I will watch TV while I wait for you."
"Go ahead Cassie, I will listen now since he doesn't have tears streaming down his face." I heard my aunt say.
Aunt Megan's P.O.V.
He is acting so strong right now but I can see the fear still in his eyes. Cassie better make him happy or she is in for a world of pain. I watch him talk to his mother on the phone. I can see the tension and fear leaving his body. He is smiling now. He is such a good boy. He smiles and nods his head up and down as if his mother can see him. I love this little nephew of mine. Heaven help the woman who gets his heart because if she breaks it I will replace it with hers. As I watch him he is so happy. Whatever Cassie said to him has him in a much better mood now. He is looking at me. Cassie must be talking to him about speaking with me.
"Here Auntie Meg, mommy said she needed to speak to you before she gets on the helicopter and can't hear you." He calls out to me.
"Thank you Marcus. Why don't you go sit on the couch and wait for me while I talk to your mommy?" I reply to his beautiful smiling face.
"Okay I will watch TV while I wait for you." He says with that beautiful smile on his face.
"Go ahead Cassie, I will listen now since he doesn't have tears streaming down his face." I stated trying to keep the intensity out of my voice.
"You have every right to be upset since he was in tears." My sister says in a sad voice. "I know you love him just as much if not more than I do." She continues. "I don't have much time doesn't I will be brief. If anything happens to me and I don't make it home. It is in my will that you will gain full custody of him. Don't worry about me. I will try my best to get home. However, whatever is happening right now it is causing major damage here in the NYC. There are these metal cubes descending from the sky. A building a block down was crushed. If I don't make it home tell him I love him everyday. He is the light of my life. Now I need to get on the helicopter to get home to you two." She finishes and my heart skips a beat.
"You will make it home." I quietly whisper making sure Marcus can't hear me. I know it would break his heart if he heard her words. I now understand why she wasn't as perceptive as she usually is. Her mind must be loaded with fear as she tries to get back to us. "You have nothing to worry about. Just get home safely." I say with finality before hanging up.
Cassandra's (Cassie) P.O.V.
I must've really hurt Marcus the first time for Megan to chew me out like that. Hopefully now she understands what was so important. I think to myself as we board the helicopter. I must hurry home to Marcus he must be scared. All that is on my mind now is getting home to my baby boy.
We lift off and are flying it will take about 8 minutes to get home by chopper. It is way faster than using a car, but I hate flying. If it wasn't for Marcus I wouldn't even attempt it, but my baby boy is at home scared and crying for me. I'll be damned if I let traffic or fear of flying prevent me from getting home. As I am thinking to myself about my baby boy I notice something that looks like fire chasing something shiny in the sky. Both are getting close really fast. "WATCH OUT!" I scream. It gives the pilot just enough time to pull on the control stick.
*ka-ping*
I hear and feel something hit the back tail of the helicopter. That was the sound of something ripping off a tail fin at ultra high speeds. The helicopter is going out of control. The force of the impact knocks the helicopter sideways and I am looking straight down to the ground and get to see what the Earth looks like when a meteor hits the ground. The shockwave travels outward so fast the helicopter is pushed upwards. And for a second I am suspended in the air. There is nothing around me. My seat belt has snapped, and I am floating for a brief second because of the pressure wave. I didn't hear it snap due to the sound of the impact. I didn't feel it due to the impact of the first hit. It must've snapped on that impact. I am falling I can see the helicopter spinning and descending off to my left. I am going to die. I remember about a news story I read about a skydiver who survived impact with the ground buy spreading his arms and legs open. It is my only hope so that's what I'll do.
I send a prayer to God, "Dear Lord, please hear my prayer. I just want to get home to my baby boy. I swear if I do I will live my life for him and only him." I closed my eyes and waited for the impact with the ground. The wind on my face changes direction. Oh no did my body change angles. I feel something grabbing and pulling on my arm.
"I got you pretty lady." I hear. I open my eyes and look around. There is a flame engulfed man holding onto my arm with his arms being the only part not coated in flames. I reach out and grab his arms with my other arm and shout, "You got me, but who has you?!" He laughs at me and says, "Relax the names Johnny, Johnny Storm. My friends call me the Human Torche and I can fly. So you are in good hands. Your chopper is being taken care of by my friends. I will have you down on solid earth soon."
"Hey Reed, I caught a person that fell from the chopper. I couldn't catch up to the Surfer. He hit the ground hard. Looks like a meteor plowed the land." I hear him say as I think to myself what is going on. Then I thank God to be alive.