Wow, 2 reviews off being the same amount for the second fic in 5 chapters, as the first for its 5 chapters. Cool. Just starting to go into X-Men: Evo withdrawal. Make the episodes faster, folks! Summer just plain sucks for tv. I just ray they have the same animators who did Mindbender do the third season. And here's hoping it's like the original cartoon! 5 seasons, 76 episodes!

Well, here's to PsychoB who wanted to see Lance in honey... Not exactly a visual, but I know you have a good imagination!

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

Chapter 6

Wanda managed to pull herself out of a sound sleep. Of course, it wasn't

hard when Pietro moved in his sleep and knocked her in the breast. She blinked

awake, grumbling about her lover's sleeping habits.

After a moment, she remembered something she wanted very badly to do.

Carefully crawling around Pietro, she manage to get out of bed. Stretching, she

yawned, wishing it wasn't quite so early.

Pulling on her robe, she tiptoed out of her room, and down the hall to the

small phone table.

Reaching down, she chuckled, softly, pulling out her stash. Pietro hadn't

been the only thing she had planned and gotten ready for that evening...

Lance held Kitty tightly. He was kissing her gently, but insistently. Her

kissed were hesitant, but not at all fearful. The kisses became less hesitant, and

more tenacious as she became more confident. He fumbled at the hem of her

shirt, then slipped his hand up inside. The skin of her belly was soft and warm,

silken and smooth. He slid his hand upwards.

He opened his mouth, and slid his tongue along her lips as he kissed her

more forcefully. She gasped slightly, opening her mouth to him. Slipping his

tongue past her full lips, he lightly touched it with hers. She made a soft noise,

her tongue pulling back, before reaching out again, meeting his.

His hand slid up, over the cotton fabric of her bra, and he cupped one

breast in his hand, gently kneading, and flicking his thumb over the hardening

nipple.

Moaning in reaction, Kitty opened her mouth further to his probing, and

arched her back, thrusting herself further into his hand.

With a grin, he grasped at her shirt, and slowly slid it up her slender body

with one hand, allowing that hand to touch as much skin as possible, before

pulling it up over her head.

She blushed, ducking her head shyly, and he smiled. "Kitty," he

whispered, touching the front clasp of her bra. His smile widened at the almost

imperceptible nod.

He unclasped her bra, and gently pulled the underwear off, his touch

almost a carress.

He gazed at her bare torso in amazement. She might not be built like

Jean, or Wanda, but what was there was perfect. With a sigh, he leaned down

and ran his lips softly over the curve of her breast. Slipping his arms around her,

he put his hands along her slim back, and tipped her slightly backward.

He began to suckle on one of her creamy pink nipples, running his tongue

over it, and licking at it. He felt her shiver all over, and heard her cry out quietly.

He moved one hand downwards, until it cupped one perfectly rounded buttock,

squeezing it.

"Lance," she whispered hoarsely.

He leaned her back until she was laying on the soft bed, then began to

kiss her all over, starting with her delicate throat, down to the smooth flat belly.

She murmured quietly, no true words, encouraging him. Her fingers ran through

his thick hair as he began to undo the button of her pants. Sliding them down her

curving hips, he grinned at the sight of her in just cotton bikini briefs. He could

see the dampness between her legs, and felt pride that he'd caused that.

He began to inch those evil panties down, the only thing that kept him

from the prize he had been longing for for so long. First he'd bury his face

between her legs, and taste her, then he'd bury his manhood within her, and

claim her for his own.

His breath quickened in anticipation, and she smiled up at him, moving her

hips upwards to help him. "Lance, please, hurry. I want you!" she sighed.

Almost fumbling in eagerness, the panties started to come down-

The shrieking of the alarm clock woke Lance from the best dream he'd

ever had in his life.

"Oh, hell, no, please," he moaned, reaching for the clock. Maybe he could

get it back... maybe he... he couldn't move!

His eyes opened wide, the dream dissipating entirely,

"Wha-fuh?" he blinked in surprise. A sweet smell hung in the air as he

struggled. Looking down, he saw himself completely naked, his sex standing at

not quite as rigid attention as a few minutes before. He was covered in some

kind of amber liquid, and his ankles were held together with some kind of silver...

tape? There was a band of it across his thighs as well, holding his hands across

them. Another band of the stuff went across his chest, holding his arms down.

The goo was... honey.

"Sheeeee-it!" he exclaimed moving around a bit, trying to loosen the tape.

"Lance?" Todd called, opening the door. "Are you cooooohhhh... wow.

Lance. What... uh... wow. Heh heh."

"Todd, either close the door and go away, or HELP ME!!"

"You are truly one mean, nasty little bitch!" Lance cried, walking into the

kitchen.

"You'd better not be talking to me," Mystique growled.

"No, I'm talking to the other... I mean, to Wanda," Lance caught himself.

"Thank you, Lance," Wanda snickered. "Sweet dreams?" she added,

emphasizing 'sweet'.

"They were until you stepped in. How'd ya do it, slut?" Lance growled.

"Hey, watch what you call my sister?" Pietro called from the refrigerator.

"I'll call her whatever I want! Well, how'd you do it? Huh?"

"Wanda, what did you do?" Mystique asked evenly.

"I stripped him, used duct tape to keep him from being able to move, then

poured honey over him," Wanda smiled.

"Wanda!" Pietro gasped.

"It was funny! He looked really weird!" Todd laughed.

"How?! I should have woken up!" Lance yelled.

"My powers are pretty cool now that I almost have them fully in control.

When I'm not upset, they work great. Including by keeping you fast asleep,"

Wanda laughed.

"You said you'd do that if I TOLD!" Lance threw his hands up in the air,

while the little voice in his head that told him it was Scott's fault. HE told

LANCE.... It should have been SCOTT!!

"Nope. Remember? No ants?" Wanda smirked.

Lance heard Pietro giggle.

Closing his eyes, he mentally told himself to calm down. Wanda was a

definite witch, and Pietro was under her spell.

"Am I missing something?" Mystique asked.

"No, not really. Just a silly little plot of revenge for something Lance did

yesterday, right Lance?" Wanda asked. "You know you deserved it, don't you?"

Lance sighed. He had followed them, hoping against hope to see some

action. He had to admit to himself that the thought of watching Pietro fuck his

twin sister had been too good to pass up. He was a sick, voyeuristic pervert.

"Right, Lance?" Pietro chimed in, sounding a bit more serious.

"Right. But I said I was sorry," Lance added.

"You know me. Revenge happy," Wanda smiled. "Just, don't ever do it

again, right?"

"Right," Lance sighed, wishing he could tell someone. Maybe he should

talk to Scott about it... Scott already knew, it wouldn't really be like telling... would

it?

TBC

**Disclaimer**

I do not own any of the characters within this fic (as much as I wish I did). I am poor. All I own is a lousy computer and one of those new ice cream sundae things =�. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. (Even though we wish they might.) And vice versa. Boy, you can count on that one!