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This fic contains the following:
Smut, pure and simple, and not just any smut, but PERVERTED smut!
Language warning.
Incest warning.

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Brotherly Love
Chapter 2
By Michiru

Wanda found her mood shifting again. Pietro had hit the wall only seconds

before with a very sickening thud.

"Pietro?" she whispered in the silence. Rushing over, she found him in a heap at

the base of the wall. Kneeling down, she carefully touched his cheek, trying so hard

not to panic, trying to ignore the inky blackness of total despair that threatened to

swallow her up again. The anger was gone for now, replaced with bitter tears.

"Pietro," she murmured, carefully feeling around his head, desperately hoping

that there wasn't anything broken.

"Get away from him, Wanda! Haven't you done enough?" Lance grabbed at her

arm, trying to haul her away from her brother. HER brother, her TWIN! Her other

half... The one she missed more than she had missed HIM. Before the darkness began to

seep around her life, robbing her of her happiness.

She slapped him across the face as hard as she could, nails slashing across his

cheek, drawing faint scratches that started to bleed slightly. "Don't touch me. Ever.

Never ever. Understand? Never. Don't touch him," she added, gray-blue eyes cold and

angry. Anger was such an easy thing to slip into, like a favorite old shirt. Hard to

throw away. Especially when you weren't sure you wanted to.

She turned back to her brother. "Pietro?" Please, I didn't mean to. Please be ok,

please!

Lance had a hand to his cheek, looking a bit stunned.

"Is.. he ok?" Todd asked softly.

"Pietro?" Wanda carefully pulled him into her arms. He was so limp...

Pietro came to slowly. He didn't really remember what happened, but he hurt all

over. His head was against something soft, warm and fragrant. He must be dreaming, he

decided. He felt soft breath ruffling his hair, and he felt secure. With a

sigh, he relaxed into the arms that held him.

"Pietro?" a soft voice murmured. Sounded upset. Distressed.

"Mmm," he managed.

"Pietro!" The safe feeling arms about him shook him.

His eyes slowly opened, and looked up at matching blue eyes filled with worry.

"Wanda," he murmured. "Had a bad dream. Is it all over?"

"Oh, thank God," she sighed, and hugged him closer.

"Wanda, you're squishing me!" he managed to get out. He found himself coming

to. Wanda had done.... Something... and he had gotten slammed against the wall. And

now... she was hugging him? She was crying?

"Wanda, hey, none of that now," Pietro said, gently brushing tears from her

cheek.

"I thought I'd killed you," her lower lip quivered.

Pietro noticed that when she cried, her eyes didn't get all puffy, splotchy and red

like some girls' did. She still looked perfect and beautiful.

"Nope, I'm pretty hard to kill. But don't try again, please?" he added quickly. He

was rewarded with a smile.

"You're such an idiot," she scolded him, then hugged him.

"Does this mean I'm off your 'hit' list?" he joked. This time he was rewarded by

a punch on the arm. "OW!" he cried, rubbing it.

"Are you gonna be ok?" Todd asked.

"Yeah," he nodded slowly. "Though I really hurt. Hey, Lance, what happened

to you?"

"Scarlet bitch here slapped me," Lance frowned.

"Hey, hey," Pietro waggled his finger. "Only I can call her that."

"Pietro, she just tried to kill you!" Lance cried, exasperated.

"Lay off, Lance," Pietro warned. She's my sister. We might not be the best of

buddies, but we're blood."

"Like Magneto?" Lance sneered.

"Magneto who?" Pietro asked mildly. "In my opinion, Wanda and I are orphans.

She's my only family. She's not just my sister, she's my twin."

"I remember you saying that! I just can't believe you shared a womb with the

Scarlet Witch!" Todd cried out.

"Your point?" Wanda growled.

"No, no points, please!" Todd backed off. "I'm going to school, yo!" He hopped

away.

"And I'm going to dress my wounds," Lance grumbled. Wanda made a motion

towards him, and he took off up the stairs as fast as possible.

Pietro snickered, watching him run.

"You shouldn't laugh. You're scared of me, too," Wanda's expression was dark.

"You ran from me the first night."

"You were trying to kill me, Wanda," Pietro threw his hands in the air,. "It just

tends to be my reaction when that happens. And I'm not scared of you. I'm scared of your

power." He barely noticed Fred grabbing the last of the toast before lumbering

out the door.

"And your point?" Wanda tried not to smile.

"My point?" he parroted. "You're so bad," he grinned.

"Heh," she chuckled.

"You're much prettier when you smile," Pietro said softly.

"So, I'm ugly when I frown?" She frowned.

"No, you're still beautiful. Just in more a scary way," he smiled softly. "Could

we have a truce?"

"You still care after all this time?"

"Are you kidding? I've never stopped caring," he touched her cheek gently.

He found himself leaning in towards her, hand sliding behind her neck. He

pressed his lips against hers, and pulled her slim body to his, deepening the kiss.

He slid his tongue into her mouth as his body began to react to having her so

close. Her hands slipped into his hair as she surrendered to the kiss, moaning softly as

one of his hands squeezed her butt.

What the hell am I doing? he thought suddenly. He broke off the kiss, and

stepped back, eyes widening. I'm fucking KISSING my SISTER! "Shit," his voice

sounded strangled, and he took off, fast.

To be continued...

**Disclaimer**

I do not own any of the characters within this fic. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. And vice versa.