Setting - after Brotherly Love, approximately a month to 6 weeks. Day of Reckoning (while an awesome set of episodes) just didn't happen. Few other characters'll show up, but make no mistake, this is a Pietro/Wanda fic all the way =D

Brotherly Love II
-- A Sister's Flame
By Michiru

"Mmmm, feels good," Wanda murmured, tipping her head back over his

shoulder. The trail of kisses along her throat made her shiver slightly.

"Good," Pietro's lips felt whispery on her skin as he spoke. "I want you to

feel good."

She loved sitting like this, back against Pietro's bare chest, between his

spread legs. She felt safe and protected.

Despite what he usually did to her in those times...

His hand slipped under her thin shift, grazing the bottom of her plump

breast. She inhaled deeply, sighing softly at the caress of lips, and hands. His

palm grazed over her hardened nipple, and she felt a sudden moist heat between

her legs. Not that she minded what he did...

"Pietro," she whispered, breath quickening.

Pietro grinned to himself, always loving this part. When she became so

hot, seemed to want him the most... He nibbled on he neck, that spot that she

liked kissed so much...

"Don't bite!" She smacked his bare leg.

He bit down harder, snickering.

"Pietro, if you gave me a hickey, I'm going to beat you senseless," she

growled, pushing him away by his face.

"MMMPH," he mmmphed. "Wanda!"

"Oh, hell," she turned on the light, and walked toward Pietro's mirror in the

corner.

Pietro watched her, those sexy legs moving beneath that thin nightshift, a

gauzy piece of silk that barely reached three inches down her thighs. He could

see through the translucent thing, could see her feminine curves, hint of nipple,

the dark patch of hair...

"Damn it, Pietro," Wanda examined the purpling bite mark on her graceful

neck. "How am I going to explain a hickey?"

"You're inventive enough," Pietro flopped back on the bed, one knee up,

the other leg crossing it, arms behind his head.

That smirk, Wanda thought, slightly irritated. Sometimes he was like.. "A

puppy. A big, silly puppy is what you are," Wanda sighed.

"A puppy?" he gave her big, wounded puppy-dog eyes. "Hey, I had to

explain those scratches on my shoulder a couple days ago."

"But a BUSH doesn't give a girl a hickey!"

"C'mere. Lemee make amends," Pietro sat up and opened his arms.

Why did this puppy excite her so? He was smiling sweetly, naked on his

bed. She felt the wave of heat through her body as her eyes drifted over his sex,

looking hard and ready. She could remember the feeling of him filling her with

his thick instrument, slow and silken...

With a defeated sigh, she moved over to him, her lust incited again, and

melted into his embrace.

Why me? Scott Summers thought miserably. "Why am I always the one

to have to do all the weird errands?" he said out loud. "Oh, right. I have the car.

THAT'S why I get stuck with the weird errands." I could be doing homework...

thinking up strategies for the Danger Room... Trying to work up the nerve to ask

her out...

He had basically just crossed the tracks to the 'other' side of town. The

buildings were more run down looking, stores had bars in the windows, strangely

dressed people walked the broken down sidewalks.

Funniest thing was, he had to actually cross train tracks to get there...

His car stood out like a big, blue, furry man would anywhere.

"Mr McCoy, you owe me big time for this. I'm sure there are other places

in Bayville that sell your favorite brand of curry. I am such a sucker. I can't

believe I'm so gullible," Scott sighed, parking the car nearby a strange little shop

next to Tony's Pizzeria & Donair. Right where Henry 'Hank' McCoy convinced

him to go. For a stupid bag of curry.

"I don't even LIKE curry," he muttered to himself, going into the little Indian

store.

"Pietro, not here," Wanda protested weakly, back against the brick wall of

Tony's. The smell of pizza sauce was making her hungry. The feeling of Pietro

kneading her breast was making her horny.

"Why not?" he asked, smelling just her, feeling just her, wanting just her.

"We're out in the open."

"We're in an alley, Wanda," he murmured.

"But what if someone comes back here?"

"Then they'll see us," he smiled, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Hey,

what's the harm? Not like anyone going to know who we are in THIS part of

town. That's why we come here. To be together."

"Not to have sex in an alley between two stores where neither proprietor

knows English!" Wanda couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey! Hey, hey hey!" Pietro said in an Italian accent. "Tony, he knowsa

de Eeengleesh! He justa pretenda he don't so he can acta de stoopid one when

he needsa ta!"

Wanda laughed uproariously. "Pietro! You crack me up!"

"Made ya smile," he smiled back.

"You always do," she slid her hand over his cheek, her thumb over his lips.

He kissed her thumb softly, before wrapping his lips around it.

"This is indecent exposure, Pietro."

"Since when have you cared about that kind of thing?"

"Since it's my bare butt on the line! All you have to bare is your skinny,

short little dick," she frowned.

"Ack! Surely you jest, woman! My manhood is a good 18 inches of ultra

thick muscle! I can do push ups with it! I can lift you on it!" Pietro put his hand

over his crotch.

Wanda tried not to laugh. "Now YOU jest! There's no way that it's 18

inches!"

"Took the measuring tape to it myself," he said smugly.

Snickering, she put her hand between his legs. "Seven, maybe eight,

pretty thick-"

"Built like a brick," he grinned.

"More like a stick."

"You rhymed," he laughed. He leaned forward, and nibbled her earlobe.

"If you do this, I'll give you a full Pietro special, complete with the fastest tongue

in the world," he murmured.

Her face flushed red. He was bargaining sex with sex... so like him, so...

"Done," she agreed. What could she do? He gave the best blow-jobs, and not

often enough, in her opinion.

"Heh," he grinned, kissing her neck, pushing her against the building.

"You have a bit of work, though," she murmured, "to get me hot enough to

get you in easy."

"No prob," he chuckled with glee. "Just think of my face buried firmly

between your legs, lapping at your sweet flesh, nibbling that little nub that makes

you keen with happiness, pushing my tongue inside you."

"We are outside a pizza shop. Try harder."

"Imagine the thrill, Wanda. Me entering your body in a public place.

Making love to you with complete passion, knowing that at any moment we could

be discovered," he murmured, hands beginning to work magic. He opened her

shirt, and undid the clasp of her bra. Her nipples hardened in the cool air. He

leaned down and wrapped his tongue around the hard nub, and began to lick at it

quickly. Her breath caught in her throat and she moaned softly.

His other hand deftly undid the scarf she used as a belt, then slid under

the leather, between her legs. He could feel her heat, and the beginnings of

dampness through the satiny fabric of her panties. He slipped under the

restricting fabric, touching directly.

She pushed fingers through his hair, the metal of her bracelets clinking,

loud to her ears. She felt him massage at her sex, shuddering in reaction despite

everything. The worst part was that the thought of having sex with him in a back

alley really WAS making her hot.

She undid his belt, button and fly, then reaching in with a slender hand.

She took hold of him, tugging gently, pulling him out. She ran her fingers over

his length, rubbing at the tip.

He moaned softly, hips involuntarily moving. His own hand clenched from

its position between her lags, and she gasped. Wetness practically flooded his

fingers, and he smiled.

Pushing her pants and underwear down, he kissed her deeply. She

stepped out of the clothing, and hopped up on him, wrapping her legs around his

waist.

Making sure she was supported by both the wall, and his arm around her

bottom, he thrust himself deep inside her. Her body adjusting to him, the

muscles clenched, and the slick wetness inside her eased the way.

"Pietro," she hissed, arms around him, eyes half closed in pleasure. It

WAS exciting. Anyone could come down this alley, anyone could see her -- half

naked, holding her man inside herself, lips parted, rapture clearly marked on her

face.

"Mmm, Wanda," he sighed, beginning to move inside her.

He always began slowly, moving his full length in and out of her sheath. Today was no exception, despite their vulnerability.

"Oh," she sighed, tilting her head back, swallowing hard.

The pleasure built up slowly, as well, moving from that point in her lower

belly, spreading through her stomach and up her spine. That delicious friction...

He kissed her full lips, slipping his tongue in her mouth. He mimicked the

motions his lower body performed on his twin, delighting in the feeling of her

beginning to shiver, her hips trying to speed up their lovemaking.

She kissed back ferociously, arms around him, clutching him as she

began to ride the wave he was creating.

His hips began to speed up, his own pleasure reaching plateau, pushing

them higher. She moaned into his mouth, legs around him tightening.

The wave was getting bigger, and bigger. She rode, out of control, letting

herself be tossed about, feeling him slide within her. "Pietro, oh, yes, Pietro," she

gasped.

"Here we go, Wanda," Pietro gasped, feeling himself start to come,

knowing her well enough that she'd come with him. It was always better when

they orgasmed at the same time.

"Pietro!" she cried, the climax hitting her hard and good. Her body

exploded into a million pieces and Pietro exploded within her.

"God, Wanda," he moaned in reply, hips jerking spasmodically. "Love..

you."

"Mmmmm," she replied hazily, face in his neck. She felt herself be

lowered, him sliding out.

"Come on, get dressed," he murmured, zipping up his pants.

"Don't forget. You owe me one awesome blow tonight," she reminded him,

pulling her pants on.

"Oh, I won't," he grinned, doing her bra up. He tenderly kissed the swell

of her breast before doing her shirt back up.

She sighed, feeling sated. "Damn, you're good," she laughed.

"Don't forget it, sexy. We'd better get home. Was it good?" he asked.

"You KNOW it was," she cuffed him gently, jumping into his arms. "Away,

away home, James."

"Yes, Ma'am!" He gave a cocky grin, one arm holding her, the other giving

a salute. "One minute courier coming up!" He added, and took off in a blur.

Scott came out of the store, a big bag of stinky spice in his hand. Maybe

he'd ask for a hundred bucks. More if his car was missing parts. He headed

next door to where he parked his car when he heard a noise. Someone

speaking?

"Since it's my bare butt on the line! All you have to bare is your skinny,

short little dick," he heard a familiar girls' voice. Now who was that? So

familiar...

"Ack! Surely you jest, woman! My manhood is a good 18 inches of ultra

thick muscle! I can do push ups with it! I can lift you on it!" THAT voice he knew!

Pietro Maximoff! And how he was talking... Scott's face turned pink, and he

crept into the alley, hiding behind a bin full of broken-down cardboard.

"Now YOU jest!" the girl sounded pretty amused, actually. "There's no

way that it's 18 inches!"

"Took the measuring tape to it myself," Pietro sounded pretty smug, but in

a joking way. He MEASURED himself? Scott peeked around the edge, trying to

find out the owner of the other voice, wondering who'd be in a back alley with

Pietro Maximoff, talking about the size of his organ, of all things!

He could see her shadowy hand slip between Pietro's legs. "Seven,

maybe eight, pretty thick-"

"Built like a brick," Pietro boasted

"More like a stick," the girl giggled.

"You rhymed," Pietro laughed throatily. He heard Pietro murmur

something, mentioning his own name.

"Done," the girl sounded a bit nervous, but excited in an odd way.

"Heh." Scott heard Pietro chuckle. He sounded like he just got his way

with something.

He heard the girl murmuring, but couldn't quite hear. He moved around

the bin of boxes and crouched behind a large garbage can.

"No prob," Pietro was laughing. "Just think of my face buried firmly

between your legs, lapping at your sweet flesh, nibbling that little nub that makes

you keen with happiness, pushing my tongue inside you."

Scott's jaw dropped. Hoo~ooly, he though, disbelieving.

"We are outside a pizza shop. Try harder." Her tone was flat, but a touch

breathy.

"Imagine the thrill, Wanda. Me entering your body in a public place.

Making love to you with complete passion, knowing that at any moment we could

be discovered," Pietro was saying, quietly, but Scott heard every word.

Huh?

Wanda?

He looked harder. His mental voice was rendered speechless. The short

black hair, full, reddened lips, tiny waist... That was Pietro's twin sister!

"Pietro," Wanda hissed. He looked over, to see while he had been

thinking, they had been doing. Wanda was practically naked, creamy legs

wrapped around her brother's waist. Pietro's pants were undone, and he...

"Omigod," he whispered, realizing that they were having sex. He was

watching Pietro and Wanda Maximoff have sex in a back alley, up against a

pizza shop.

He felt himself hardening in reaction.

"Mmm, Wanda," he heard Pietro sigh.

He was moving in and out of her now, and clearly both of them were

enjoying it. From the way they moved with each other, it looked as if it had

happened before. Scott bit his lip, and continued to watch, not being able to look

away.

"Oh," Scott heard Wanda moan. He watched the sex become faster and

more frenzied every moment, Pietro pushing himself into her deeply, firmly...

He found himself thinking about her, how much he'd like to... how good it

would be to... THAT... To do THAT with her...

"Pietro, oh, yes, Pietro," Wanda gasped loudly. Scott swallowed hard.

"Here we go, Wanda," Pietro was telling her.

"Pietro!" she cried out, jerking in her lover's - her BROTHER'S -- arms...

"God, Wanda," Pietro moaned. "Love.. you."

Scott leaned back against the Pizzeria's wall, feeling hot and flushed. I'm

a pervert, he thought wildly. I just watched Pietro having sex. With Wanda. I'm

a peeping Thomas..

He felt a whoosh of air go by him, and he realized that they were gone.

He got to his feet, and unsteadily walked to the car, spice still in hand.

"Boy, Mr McCoy, you owe me REALLY big..."

**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.