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

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of fanfic does not distress you, and that you consented to read it.

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Just a note of thanks to all my faithful reviewers! And thanks for telling me I put the wrong caption at the end of Chapter one P.Barfly! End, indeed... HA! Not hardly!

Brotherly Love II
-- A Sister's Flame
By Michiru
Chapter 2

"Hi, Pietro," a chirpy, nervous voice chirped.
Pietro looked over at the owner of the voice. A pretty blonde smiled at
him. He scanned his memory for her face and name. "Bretta," he said, placing
the pair in about 2/10 of a second. Dance. The dance with the demons in it.
One of his 4 dates.
"Hi," she smiled brightly.
"What's up?" he asked, not really caring. He really wanted to go home.
He knew he and Wanda shouldn't have stayed up quite so late... But the girl
was pretty cute. He smiled winningly.
"I kinda wondered if you'd like to go out with me?" she looked up at him
hopefully.
"Oh," he stopped momentarily. "Well." He ran his fingers through his hair
with a rakish grin. "I can understand why, unfortunately, my girlfriend wouldn't
like it much," he smiled and winked. "But thanks."
"Oh," she said softly. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend."
"Sorry, yeah. She's pretty possessive, too. But I don't mind. She's cool."
"Oh, ok. Um, well, I hope you're happy," she said, slightly downcast.
Pietro gave her a smile, feeling a bit sorry for her. "Hey, really, I'm sorry.
Not many people know about her. But if she wasn't in the picture, I'd go out with
you in a heartbeat," he grinned.
She smiled in return. "I'd better get going. See you later," she said,
turning and quickly going down the hall.
"Heh. What do you know," he shook his head and grabbed his book. "Off
to detention," he shook his head, and zipped down the hall.

It had been a really weird day, and Scott couldn't wait to go home and
crawl under the bed and just hide for the rest of his life. He felt he had to tell
someone what he had seen the evening before. ... the sight of Wanda, legs
wrapped around her twin, his hips moving ...
He shook his head. The images were burnt into his brain.
First bad thing - he had DREAMED about it last night. Watching the two
have sex over and over was not exactly the nicest of dreams.
Jean had given him a funny look that morning. He had been thinking
about it, and he thought she might have picked up on it a bit.
And then, during school, he'd gone around a corner, and Wanda had
bumped into him. She had sneered at him, and told him to watch where he was
going, before stalking off. He was just glad she hadn't warped any part of reality
around him. But all he remembered of her was her nakedness now. And she
was a VERY well formed female...
He saw her now, watching Pietro. He was talking to some blonde girl that
he couldn't quite place the name of. She was hiding around the edge of a row of
lockers, watching, frowning, looking visibly upset.
Scott watched Pietro smile and wink at the young girl, he saw Wanda
scowl. He was really glad he wasn't Pietro at the moment.
Heading out of the school, he saw Lance talking to Kitty over by his jeep.
He sighed, wishing Kitty would have some sense, then wondered. Did Lance
know about Wanda and Pietro's... relationship, if that was the word for it..?
He headed over to Lance and Kitty, suddenly bent on talking to Lance.
"Hi, Kitty," he said to her, giving her a smile.
"Oh, hi Scott!" She beamed at him.
"Lance, can I speak with you on a matter of slight urgency?" Scott asked
politely.
"Why would you want to talk to me, Sumner? I'm not going to stop talking
to Kitty," Lance scoffed.
"This doesn't have anything to do with Kitty, but I think you'll want to hear
what I have to say. It's not about X-Men VS Brotherhood."
"Ok, you got me curious. "Hey, see ya later, huh, Kitty?" Lance smiled at
her.
Man, that smile is goofy, Scott thought.
"Sure," Kitty smiled at him. "Six O'clock, right?"
"Right on," he grinned.
"What's going on?" Scott asked, curious.
"Lance and I are going to a movie tonight. Bye, guys! Don't kill each
other!"
"We won't," Scott told her seriously.
"Much," Lance joked. He watched Kitty walk away, then sighed. "This
had better be good, Summers."
"It is. Did you know that Pietro has a girlfriend?" he asked straight out.
Lance looked thoughtful. "I know he hasn't always been around lately.
But a girlfriend? No, didn't know. Jealous? Of Pietro or the girl?" Lance
snickered.
"Ha ha. No jealousy here, for sure. I saw them last night."
"You're following him?"
"No," Scott shook his head. "Look, can you be serious for just a few
minutes?"
"I don't see why it's any of your or my business who Pietro dates, ya
know."
"You'll see very soon. It's not just dating Lance, it's really heavy stuff.
The two of them are having sex. They did it in an alley last night on the other
side of town."
"What?!" Lance cried, eyes huge. "Pietro's getting it! Lucky dog! And
you WATCHED?" Lance shook his head. "Maybe you should join the
Brotherhood."
"No.," Scott shook his head. "And it's not like I WANTED to watch, but
they were right there."
"So, who's the lucky chick, anyway? Better not be Kitty," Lance's face
darkened slightly.
"No, I can safely say it's not Kitty," Scott shook his head.
"Then who, man?" Lance asked.
"Wanda."
Lance stared, before laughing. "You can't be serious, man! Pietro is NOT
balling Wanda! There's just no way! She's his SISTER... He can't... can he? I
mean... oh, damn, you're not lying. Pietro... and Wanda... Shit," Lance shook
his head vigorously. "His own TWIN. Wow."
"I thought it might be a little important," Scott said mildly.
"Yeah, yeah, I think you might be right. You're sure?" he asked weakly.
"I can give details," Scott said dryly. He was standing, she was pretty
much naked, her legs wrapped about his waist, and he was... well..." Scott
coloured slightly. "They were having sex."
"Wow," Lance looked stunned. "And we all thought they were just getting
along pretty good, which was better than her trying to kill him when she saw him.
No wonder they sped so much time alone. They screwing each other!"
Scott looked pained at the choice of language, but couldn't say much. It
was basically true.
"Man, I have to go think," Lance started drifting towards his jeep. "See ya,
Scott. Thanks for the info. I think..."
"Yeah," Scott sighed, hoping that talking about it would get it out of his
head.

"Lance," Wanda stomped over to him as he got into his jeep, "I want a ride
home."
"Yeah, sure," he told her, giving her a really funny look. She got into the
jeep, and continued to fume.
"Lance," she asked in a low voice.
"Yeah?" he responded, driving down the street toward home. He was a
bit nervous. She made him nervous. She was a powder keg, and anyone could
set her off at any moment. The memory of the bruise on his face was testament
to that.
Add that to his imagination going overtime.. thinking of her and Pietro in
bed... doing IT... he glanced over, and found himself wishing it had been him,
not Scott, that had watched them.
"If you saw Kitty flirting with another guy, would you get upset?" she
asked.
"Seriously?"
"Like, if it was somebody she went out with before. Hypothetically, of
course," she chuckled.
"Oh, of course!" he said sarcastically. "But yeah. I'd be upset, I think.
No, I know. I'd absolutely hate it.."
"Hm," she said reflectively. She was frowning, looking dangerous.
"Why?" he ventured.
She was silent a moment, making him wonder if the jeep or even he was
about to come to a very violent ending.
"There's a guy. I like him. He likes me too. We like each other. A lot."
"A lot?"
"As in big time. Capitol B-I-G."
"Have you slept with him yet?" Lance asked without thinking.
"None of your business, Lance," she growled.
"Does Pietro know?" he pressed.
"Why would he care?" she smirked.
"I think he really loves you, that's all," Lance shrugged, turning onto their
street.
"If you say so," she sighed.
"Do I know this guy?" Lance asked, pressing onward.
"Yes," she said shortly. "So, you'd be upset?"
"Hell, yeah," he nodded. "Was-" he stopped himself short, realizing he
had been about to say Pietro's name. "Was this guy flirting."
Wanda gave him a strange look. "None of your business," she jumped out
of the jeep as it was slowing, and ran into the house.
Oh, boy, Lance grinned, shutting off the engine. I wouldn't want to be her
boyfriend right now. Poor Pietro....

TBC...

**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.

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