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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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Seems to be a distinct amount of voyeurism in this set, hm?

Brotherly Love II
-- A Sister's Flame
By Michiru
Chapter 3

Pietro walked into the house, while thinking up ways to torture the teacher who
gave him detention. He grabbed an apple from the basket on the hall table, and crunched i
nto the juicy fruit. Going into the living room, he looked around in scan mode. Todd was
sitting and watching TV, Fred, eating. Wanda was sitting in a corner looking dark, moody
and pouting. She looked pretty upset. He'd have to get her alone.
Lance was watching Wanda. Pietro felt a flare of jealousy, hot and burning.
"Hey," he called out.
Wanda looked up. "Pietro," she said in that tone. The tone that told him that
whatever it was she was upset about, it was his fault. He felt a sinking sensation in his
stomach.
"Hey, Wanda..."
She got up gracefully and walked towards him, then past. She grabbed his arm as
she went by. "Come on," she snapped, hauling him along. His apple rolled away, only
one bite gone.
He heard Lance chuckle and mutter, "Good luck, loverboy," as he was dragged out.
He blinked. What did that mean?

Lance waited until they were out of the room before following them up. He almost
missed them, before he saw a flash of white going through the door to the attic. Good
place, Lance thought, creeping up after them. He slipped in behind a couple crates,
hidden from all views, but able to see fairly well...
He watched Wanda let go of Pietro.
"Wanda, what is it? You seem pretty upset."
"Pretty upset," she parroted. Her fists were clenched. Lance hoped she wouldn't
let loose. Because of the creepy old woman, Agatha, she was a lot better with her power,
but still it got out when she was upset.
"Yeah," Pietro reached out toward Wanda.
"No!" she snapped. "Don't TOUCH me! You're nothing but a crummy cheat!" she
whirled on him, tears of fury in her eyes.
"I... Wanda, what are you talking about? I don't know what you mean!"
"You... you miserable, misbegotten little bastard. You touch me, and hold me, and
I let you fuck me, then you turn around and screw some little whore! How could I ever
believe you weren't just like HIM!" Her tears of anger flowed down her cheeks that were
reddened by the high emotion.
Pietro stepped back, a strange look on his face. "Wanda," his tone was almost
creepy from lack of emotion. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I saw you with that girl," Wanda choked.
"Girl?" Pietro sounded confused. "Bretta?"
"Is THAT her name?"
"Yeah. I went out with her once, but-"
"I KNEW it!!!!!"
"Wanda, I went out with her ONCE," Pietro began to show signs of getting upset.
"Once and only once! With three other girls at the same time! She doesn't mean a thing
to me! Hell, I almost didn't remember her stupid name!" He grabbed her arms and slightly
shook her.
"You asked her out!"
"No, she asked ME out! It was a girl ask boy thing. And Wanda, even if I had, that
was before you even got here!"
"You were flirting with her!" she screamed. A flick of her hands had Pietro thrown
back a few feet. Somehow he managed to stay upright.
"I was NOT!" Pietro's temper snapped. "I have been nothing but honest with you!
When I told you I loved you, I damn well meant it! Why the hell would I go out with
another girl, one I barely know and that I hardly remember the stupid name of if I love
you?! Damn it Wanda, I love you! I don't WANT another girl! EVER!!"
Wanda covered her face with her hands. Things around her wavered slightly as
she cried.
"Wanda," Pietro slid his arms around her. "Please. Please don't cry."
"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I got so angry. I love you. I got scared."
"This is a totally messed up relationship," Pietro chuckled tiredly.
"Are you mad at me?"
"A bit. You don't trust me. I want you to trust me. Promise you will from now on,"
Pietro murmured.
Lance was flabbergasted throughout as the argument began, crescendoed and
ended. Sex was one thing, but they were talking something a lot more deep.
He watched Pietro kiss his twin, and it was definitely not a chaste kiss. She
hungrily returned the kiss, wrapping arms around him.
He settle back, wide eyed. They were going to have sex! In front of him! He bit his
lip eagerly, and told himself he didn't leave because they'd notice him.
Pietro undid Wanda's shirt and buried his face in the swell of her breasts. She ran
fingers through his hair and moaned softly as he kissed the tops of her breasts.
"Pietro," she moaned breathlessly as his nipped and kissed and nuzzled her.
He pushed her up against a wall with a loud thump, eliciting a cry from Wanda.
She watched as he undid her pants, and pushed them aside. Pietro unhooked her bra,
and threw it over his head, then grinned at Wanda's nude body. Only a second later his
clothes were gone as well, and he had her firmly back against the plaster.
He began to kiss down her body, seemingly not leaving an inch of her untouched.
Wanda's breath quickened and her eyes slowly closed. She wet her lips, and arms
reached upward, questing. Lance saw her grab a large nail that must have been
hammered in place deliberately, as it was the perfect height for her to grab. It was more
of a spike, for the size of it. She clutched the spike almost convulsively, sighing audibly.
"Pietroooo," she moaned, arching her back. "Yes! Please!"
"Definitely, yes, sexy," Pietro grinned, kissing the inside of a slender thigh. He
pulled the leg up, and put it over his shoulder. As Lance was on the opposite of that leg,
he had a perfect view of the creamy skin.
Pietro began to lick up her leg, very slowly, from her knee to the juncture of her leg.
Wanda squirmed and whimpered with increasing pitch, shivering all over.,
Pietro's face dipped between her legs, with a quick suddenness.
"Ohhhhhhh," Wanda moaned loudly. "Oh, Pietro, yes! Oh! Pietro!" she cried out,
eyes closed tightly, body taut.
Lance could hear the sound of Pietro lapping at Wanda when she was quiet for a
moment. He found himself increasingly turned on by everything going on.
"Pietro!" Wanda exclaimed louder, sounding more muddled. His hands were
moving over her hips, sliding over smooth skin, and cupping her tight butt cheeks.
"Omigod," she hissed. "Oh, Piet-OH, PIETRO!" she yelled, back arching, hips
moving spasmodically.. Her hands slipped off the nail, and her body crumpled. Pietro
caught her smoothly.
"Wanda," Pietro smiled, licking his lips as he held her. A glistening wetness covered
his chin, and he wiped at it with his fingers. He slid his fingers into Wanda's mouth.
"Nn," she sighed, sucking on his fingers.
"You taste good," Pietro chuckled softly. "No wonder I don't do this often. You're
worthless afterwards. And two days in a row, yet."
"You're damned good at it," Wanda laughed thickly.
"Do you like the real sex?" Pietro asked softly.
"Are you kidding?" she touched his cheek. "I love to make love with you. I love
having your weight on me, and I love having you in my body. To be so close that we lose
ourselves in each other. There's nothing better."
"Mmm," Pietro kissed her.
With a grin, Wanda pushed him on his back and straddled his thighs. "Boy oh boy,
you're standing tall and proud today," she laughed, wrapping her hand around his shaft.
"With a sexy woman like you around, what do you expect?" he chuckled, just a bit
shaky from the mounting excitement.
Lance swallowed and fanned himself Wanda was one fine looking girl, and the
sight of her fondling Pietro was exciting. He watched her squeeze Pietro's manhood, and
her peals of laughter filled the attic, laughing at Pietro's squirming reaction.
She leaned over him, and licked up his length, then covered the head of his sex
with her mouth. She suckled for a moment before slowly going down on him. Lance
shuddered in sympathy as Wanda completely took Pietro's length in her mouth. She
slowly moved back up, almost agonizingly so. He could hear Pietro whimpering in the
quiet, punctuated by the soft slurping of Wanda's ministrations.
She pulled off suddenly with a naughty grin. Pietro's sex stood straight up,
extremely hard and looking as frustrated as Pietro sounded.
"Damn it Wanda! What are you trying to do to me? Finish! Please, Wanda!" he
begged, sounding in pain.
Wanda shook her head slightly and moved up a big further on him. Lance watched
as she grasped Pietro in her hand, positioned it between her legs, and dropped downward
on him.
"Oh, God!" Pietro cried.
Lance dug his fingernails into his palms and wondered briefly what it would take to
get Kitty in that enviable position.
Wanda began to move up and down, holding onto Pietro's hips. Pietro's hands
moved over her belly and breasts.
"You're so beautiful," Pietro moaned hoarsely. "Wanda."
"Pietro," Wanda panted, moving faster.
Lance held his breath as Wanda suddenly shuddered, threw her head back and
screamed out Pietro's name. Pietro moaned deeply, and his body went rigid for a
moment, before completely relaxing.
Wanda laid down on him, head on his chest.
"I wish I could keep you inside me forever," she murmured.
"Mmm," he murmured in agreement, nuzzling behind her ear. "You're so hot."
"I can't believe... you. I can't believe it, you're asleep," she laughed softly,
snuggling in to him. "Men."
Lance backed slowly out of the attic, down the ladder and into the main house. He
definitely believed Scott now. Pietro and Wanda.
Hoo boy....

TBC...

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