He shivered almost uncontrollably. He had been home for three hours and was

still so cold. He didn't think he'd ever get warm again. He already had four blankets

over him, and it didn't seem enough. Served him right if he got pneumonia.

He heard the little squeak of his door as it opened. "Who's there?" he whispered.

"It's me," he heard Wanda respond. What was she doing there?

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Just wanting to know how you're doing," she came over. She was wearing a

little silken nightie thing. He could see her panties, it was so short., little silken bikinis,

fabric taut.

"I'm fine," he lied, trying to not let his teeth chatter.

He felt her touch on his good cheek. "You're cold as ice," she murmured, the

light touch almost a caress.

"Yeah, well, I haven't quite warmed up yet," he shrugged.

She pulled back the blanket slightly, and started to crawl under the blankets with

him.

"W-Wanda! W-w-what are you doing!" he stuttered.

"You need to get warm, Pietro. You're freezing," she said sternly.

"B-b-but..." I'm naked! He thought in panic.

"No buts," she pulled the blanket around them, then wrapped her arms around

him.

She was so warm. Not able to help himself, he wrapped his arms around her,

trying to take as much heat from her as possible. He felt her surround him with her own

body, not afraid of his icy skin, pressing herself against him.

"You're so cold," she whispered, sounding worried about him. "You should have

taken a bath earlier. I should have made you take a bath."

"I'll be ok," he said, the warmth beginning to seep into him from her close

contact.

He lay in her arms quietly for several minutes, until the shivering slowed, and his

skin began to warm.

Which was when the real problem started. He suddenly realized he was warm

and cozy, laying in Wanda's arms. He wasn't wearing a thing, and she was wearing so

little that he could feel every curve of her body pressed up against his. His body began to

stir.

Mortified, he realized that she would be able to feel him if he began to get hard,

as her thigh was pressing against him in that delicate spot.

"Wanda, I'm ok. Maybe you should-"

"Shhhh," she whispered softly.

"Really, Wanda," he started to panic, heart racing. She felt great, her body

wrapped around his, her breasts pressed against him. Her foot slid up his leg slightly,

causing her thigh to press against his crotch more firmly.

"Wanda," he gulped. "Please, really," he felt himself begin to grow against the

rubbing of her leg.

"Pietro," she murmured softly. Her hands slid up and down his back, as she

pressed her body into his.

"Wanda?" he gasped. Her lips pressed against his, cutting off any other remarks.

Tongue slipping into his mouth, she communicated what she wanted from him by action.

Moaning in defeat, he ran his hands down her sides, before pulling the nightgown

up and over her head. He began to hungrily kiss down her neck, a hand sliding between

her legs. He heard her gasp as he touched the moist silk, the only barrier from his now

raging sex. He wanted her so bad! But she wanted him too!

His mouth wrapped around her hard nipple, and he began to suck on it, nipping

and teasing with teeth and tongue.

"Pietro," she panted, breathing beginning to get ragged.

One hand still between her legs cupped her sex, loving the heat that radiated from

her, the other hefted her second breast, feeling it, squeezing. She arched her back,

moaning softly at his ministrations, hands running up and down his back, squeezing his

buttocks.

Lips moved to her soft stomach, tasting the skin, caressing her with his lips,

touches as light as a butterfly. His hands began to work at the irksome underwear,

pulling and tugging before finally getting them off of her. He threw aside the blankets, a

warm dull heat flooding through his body as he gazed down at her.

"God, Wanda, you're so beautiful. Damn, this is so wrong."

"I don't care if its wrong," she murmured. "I want you inside of me, Pietro. I

want you to fill me with you. We'll worry later about what's right and wrong."

Her husky voice sent shivers through him, and he fell upon her kissing her all

over as he'd been wanting to do. He kissed and licked up and over her thigh, tasting her

creamy skin, breathing in her scent, loving ever inch of her. She ran her fingers through

his hair, body quivering beneath him.

Suddenly, he plunged his face between her legs, eliciting a gasp of startlement,

and then pleasure from her as he used his tongue to trace along her most intimate places

of her body.

He nibbled at the tiny nub of flesh, felt her shudder and pant softly. Using a hand

to gently open her to his mouth, he lapped at her sex, enjoying her taste.

"Pietro," she begged softy. "Please. I want you, please."

He crawled back up her body, and kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste herself

on his lips.

Her whole body ached and cried for him to enter her. Every inch of her skin felt

tight and was super-sensitive, just the light caress of his hair ran shivers of pleasure

through her down to her groin.

Her sex felt hot, swollen and super wet, the natural moisture flooding from her to

allow Pietro to spear her with his thick shaft.

She begged him on, not knowing how much longer she could stand it. She

wrapped her legs around him, hips moving towards him.

She heard him murmur to her, not quite hearing what he was saying, but then felt

him touch her opening with his sex.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely, and was rewarded when he plunged into her

body. The pain of him breaking her virginity was quick and sweet. He filled her

perfectly, long, thick and hard inside her. She tightened her muscles around him and was

gratified by his moan of pleasure.

He was deep inside her, resting a moment. There had been a slight barrier, but it

had been bypassed easily. She enveloped his sex completely, the slick, wetness of her

body something he found he had never dreamed about completely, properly. The real

thing was just so much better, so much more.

He began to move his hips, sliding his penis almost out of her body, before

plunging back in. The rush of pleasure through his body was almost more than he could

handle. She whimpered beneath him, and began to move her hips in time with his, flesh

pounding together in fervent desire. The feeling beginning to mount through his body

made the nights of sweaty masturbation nothing.

"Oh, God, Wanda," he grunted, pushing himself inside her as deeply as he could.

"Pietro, Pietro," she rasped in return. She was flying. Her body began to spasm,

muscles contracting around him, fingernails scratching his back. She could feel him

explode inside her, heard his muffled cry of orgasm, as she bit his shoulder to keep from

screaming. He bucked twice more, before going still, going limp inside of her.

She held onto him for a few moments, not willing to let him go, wanting to stay

joined with him as long as possible.

Reluctantly, he rolled off her, a bit shaky from reaction. "Wanda, that was bad."

"Bad? You didn't like it?" she asked softly.

"No, I loved it. That's why it's bad," he sighed.

"If you loved it, and I loved it, why is it bad?" she asked.

"You're my sister!" He said, sounding agonized. "And that makes it wrong!

And I wanted - WANT - you so bad it hurts sometimes," he covered his face with his

hands.

"It's not wrong to me," she said, pulling his hands away from his face. "I thought

it was wonderful. You were wonderful," she touched his cheek softly.

He covered her hand with his, leaned in and kissed her gently. "We have to be

careful, then," Pietro murmured.

"Yes. Careful and quiet about it," Wanda agreed. "It'll be our secret."

"You don't think I'm sick and deranged?"

"Sure," she laughed throatily, and kissed along his jawbone. "But then, so am I. I

came to you. I wanted you to touch me. I wanted you inside me. At this point the whole

subject is anti-climatic, Pietro. Pun intended," she giggled. "I wanted you to fuck me,

and you did. And I'll be back," she added getting up.

Pietro watched her pick up her nightgown, panties and walk out of his room

naked. He laid back and sighed. Not like his dream at all.

Just better.

End~~

**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.