Pietro sat in his room, leaning against the door. Evil, sick, bad. How could he

ever be attracted to Wanda? To dream about her, and to want her so badly... it was

just plain wrong.

At least everyone was out of the house. He could be 'wrong' in peace.

Less than a week after she had gotten there, he had the first thoughts. That she

was rather beautiful. Her skin looked so soft.

Then he had started thinking about how sexy she was. How he wished there was

another just like her in body and spirit.

Then the dream started. She would come to him in his room at night while he was

in bed, completely nude, her body enough to inflame him in an instant. She would kneel

next to him, and embrace him, telling him that she forgave him everything. She

would lay his head on her breast, her skin so soft and warm, and ask him to forgive

her for her anger toward him, that she did care.

He would lay in her arms, breathing in her scent, his bare skin against hers. He

would begin to kiss that soft breast, tasting it...

The dream would finally end in him taking her, making love to her. He would

wake after this dream and masturbate until he heard the others awakening through the

household.

Until this morning when she woke him up early. Before the culmination. And he

wanted her so badly now that it was all he could think about.

"You're a sick, horny teenager," he muttered to himself.

With a soft moan of helplessness, he slid his pants down off his hips and began to

fondle himself. His half erect member came to full alert under his not expert

ministrations. Leaning over, he pulled out a well used, run-down tube of lubricant from

between the mattresses, and squirted some onto his hand.

Closing his eyes, he laid back and began to stroke himself, thinking of Wanda.

Her curvy body, the flat stomach, how nice it would feel to touch it. Her breasts, firm,

and just perfect, teasing her nipples with his tongue. Her legs, open and inviting

him in. How hot she would be, how she would move under him.

"Wanda," he moaned softly, moving his hand fast of his hard flesh. "Wanda."

Leaning against Pietro's door, Wanda could hear Pietro's soft moans, and the

rhythmic creaking of his bed.

He had kissed her. And it wasn't just a nice little brotherly kiss, either. It had

been a full, hot, passionate kiss that one would give a lover. And the feelings that

flooded through her body, centering in her groin had disturbed her.

Pietro was her twin brother. The kiss was wrong, no matter how it had made her

feel. His touch was wrong. The hardness that she had felt as he pressed against her was

so wrong, no matter how much it had excited her.

She admitted, grudgingly, that Pietro was sexy. His body was lithe and

streamlined, definitely anything but flabby. He topped it off with a good looking face,

and a confident attitude that sat well with her. Too well, maybe.

It was hard, if just because of the time she spent away from him. Harder to think

of him as her brother.

She had always been angry with him. He was like HIM. Old, unfeeling,

uncaring.

But lately, he had been acting somewhat different. Like maybe he truly DID care.

Like maybe he had missed her, had wished she hadn't been sent away to the living hell

HE had sent her to.

"Wanda," Pietro moaned softly in his bedroom, his breathing starting to get more

rapid than was even normal for him.

A thrill ran through her body, making the ache in her middle start to throb. She

leaned against the wall, and slid her hand into her shirt. She ran her thumb over her

already rock hard nipple, biting her lip at the tingle of pleasure it caused. Her other hand

slid down into her pants, to the hot throbbing area that begged to be touched. Sliding her

fingers into her cleft, her back arched slightly, and she suppressed a moan of

excitement and exhilaration.

Slipping fingers into herself, she found herself imagining that it was Pietro

touching her, squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple. Pietro's hand between her legs

giving her such pleasure, the fingers slipping in and out, caressing the outer folds of

forbidden flesh, rubbing the nub of her sex until she almost keened in ecstasy.

All that would make her feel better was for him to take his manhood and fill her

with himself, covering her body with his own...

She shuddered in climax, as she heard Pietro call her name once more, a strangled

cry of his own orgasm.

"Pietro," she whispered softly.

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.