Chapter 05 – “Come”

"Let me be there for you. I beg you, brother."

Hearing these words and feeling her warmth seep into me from my back, my already cracked defenses simply shattered.

"I-I killed people today, Wanda. I murdered them in cold-blood for their wealth.", I said with an empty tone and could feel her tense up immediately after.

"Who? Who did you...kill?", she asked me with a low voice, swallowing hard at the last word.

"The Red Gang."

"You fought against armed criminals?! You promised to do nothing stupid, you promised.", accused Wanda, tensing up for a whole different reason, while her grip around my torso tightened.

"I am fine. I kept my promise."

"Fine?! How can you say that, after what just happened?! How are you fine, brother?"

This time Wanda gripped my sides and forced me to turn around, while striking my chest with her small fists. Looking up at me with tears in her eyes visible even through the water jet.

Unable to stop myself, I pulled her into a tight hug.

"*Sigh* Forgive me, Wanda. Don't cry, please.", I whispered into the crook of her neck.

"Don't console me. I should be the one consoling you, you idiot.", she mumbled back, while resting her head against my chest.

"You do that by simply being here with me, Wanda."

Raising her head, she looked into my eyes and asked with faint hope in her voice.

"Really?"

Pressing my forehead against hers, I replied.

"Yes, you do. After doing what I did, I felt lost and stained. But right now, I feel at home. At peace."

"Then why did you avoid me these past few days, brother? What is it that weighs on your heart?", Wanda questioned in a soft voice, while her hand came to rest above my heart. Each word she spoke, I could feel her breath brushing past my lips.

I knew this was the breaking point. There was no coming back from this, if I decided to tell her the truth. But I didn't care anymore.

Morality went out of the window, when I decided to kill these people for their wealth, not matter their criminal history.

This was my new life, a new chance for me to be happy, to feel some semblance of fulfillment. And nothing ever felt as fullfilling as embracing her, and I doubted it ever will.

Taking a step back and turning off the water that had started to get colder. looked her in the eyes, as I confessed to her the truth.

"When I was sick a few days ago, I had visions. Visions of another time, of another life. These visions stayed with me, they became part of me. Along with a few other things."

"...your hair and eyes...", she whispered.

"Yes, for example these two. It also gave me supernatural speed. But what changed the most about myself, isn't any of these things. It's you, Wanda. Before these vision, you were my family. The most important person in my life. My sister, my soulmate."

"...and now?...", Wanda whispered fearfully, afraid of the answer. Her hand tightly pressed into her chest.

"Now, you are more than that."

"...Pietro, wha-...", she mumbled, behind her hands that covered her mouth

"I love you, Wanda Maximoff.", I declared in an unshakable voice, while looking directly into her eyes.

Eyes that had started tearing up again to my shock, until I realised they were tears of joy, when she responded in a soft voice.

"I love you too, Pietro."

The world slowed to a crawl, as I tried to burn this moment into my memory for eternity.

In response to her answer, I stepped towards her and embraced her again, though this time it felt different. It felt whole.

Lifting her from her feet, I stepped out of the shower with her and placed her down for a short moment, before wrapping a towel around her.

"Please, enough with the tears. You break my heart, Wanda.", I whispered into her ears, while she just closed her eyes and rested her head against my chest.

"I-I'm sorry. I just feel so happy right now.", she whispered back softly.

"It's okay. How about we change into some dry clothes though? This is getting uncomfortable."

"You are right. Let me just get so-"

Before she could finish her words, I was already back before her - dry and in fresh clothes.

"Theses are for you.", I said, while passing her one of my shirts and a pair her panties, both white.

Overcoming her surprise quickly, she replied.

"This is really some ridiculous speed, brother."

"I know. Here, let me help you."

Saying so, I slowly took the towel off her shoulders and unhooked her bra. Giving her plenty of opportunity to stop me, but she didn't. She even moved her arms up, so I could strip it off completely. And while doing so, reveal her perfect breasts.

"You missed one piece.", she said with a bravery I didn't expect from her.

Kneeling down before her, I placed both of my hands on her sides. Hooking my thumb into the waistband of her underwear, I slowly pulled it down her perfect legs, her smooth skin brushing against my fingers.

I couldn't help but look at the valley between her legs. She only had a small strip of hair above her smooth slit remaining. Truly, she was beautiful all over.

As I looked up at her from my kneeling position, the sight left me breathless for a moment. Struck speechless by her beauty.

Her wet dark hair framing her angelic face, while a few strands of it stuck to her skin and laid on her breasts. Her eyes shining with affection and shyness, a small blush decorating her face. One of her hands laid over her stomach, directly under her chest, while the other was carressing the side of my face and brushing back my hair.

Managing to free myself from this trance, I grabbed the dry pair of underwear and helped Wanda put it on, before standing up again and help her slip in the shirt.

Moving behind her, I wrapped my hands around her, while whispering into her ear.

"You are the most beautiful creature in this whole universe, Wanda."

Feeling one of her hands move through my own wet hair, while she had placed the other on my arm, which I had wrapped around her waist.

"Let's go to bed."

At her reply, I used my speed and brought us to my room. There, she pulled me with her towards my bed. Crawling under the sheets, while gesturing for me to follow her, which I gladly did after switching off the lights.

Moving under the covers, I again wrapped my arm around her small waist and pulled her close.

As we laid there, pressed against each other face-to-face. I couldn't resist turning my body so that I laid on top of her, pressing her soft curves against my own hard frame. The quiet moan this act elicited from her was enough to spark a fire inside me, that was until I heard her whisper the following words, clear desire and longing in her gaze.

"Kiss me, brother."

It was like a bomb had gone off inside my mind, wiping away any rational thought.

The next thing I registered was our lips pressing together in a expression of forbidden love. Neither of use cared anymore at this point and only a few moments later our tongues found each other and began a dance of their own.

This went on for a good while with both of us thirsting for the others taste, like it was Ambrosia itself. Maybe it was.

My hands wandered along her sides, stroking the smooth skin of her legs, that Wanda had wrapped around myself, pressing my lower body into her core in a clear expression of want.

Moving my hands under her shirt, I pushed it upwards, revealing her womanly mounds, before I began to brush over the soft skin of her ribcage and reached her breasts a moment later. Gently kneading them and rolling her nipples between my finger, let me hear a cacophony of moans and cries of pleasure.

Wanda had one of her hands on my back, where it brushed over my skin and muscles, leaving a pleasurable sensation behind. Her other hand was buried in my hair, pulling me close for a deep kiss.

I broke of the kiss and my mouth started to wander along her jawline, planting kisses and biting lightly at her skin. Reaching her neck, I could help myself from sucking at her skin, leaving my mark behind. As she cired out in pleasure and clawed at my skin with her nails, I knew that she enjoyed it just as much. The slight pain from her nails causing me to hiss in pleasure along side her.

Wandering deeper with my ministrations, I reached her breasts and began a literal feast, being spurned on by her constant moans.

The athmosphere slowly got more and more intense, both of us being intoxicated with each other. One piece of clothing after another we stripped from each other, until both of us were completely nude.

Grabbing both her hands with my left one and pinning them on the bed above her head, I took in the beautiful sight before me.

Wanda's pale skin, that was covered with a slight blush from the blood rushing through her veins, seemed to emit a lusterous sheen in the moonlight. Her gaze hazy with pleasure, but full of longing. Flushed cheeks and bruised lips from our aggressive and passionate kiss. Her chocolate-coloured hair was spread around her head in a wild manner, framing her features enticingly.

Perfectly-shaped breast heaving with every breath she took. Her nipples hard, swollen and wet from my ministrations. A flat and slightly muscled abdomen, that showed her fitness and accentuated her womanly curves. Her long smooth legs were still wrapped around my waist, trying to draw me closer. Trying to draw me inside of her.

Between her legs, adorned with a small strip of hair above, lay her sex. Already pulsing with love juices and ready to welcome my own member.

She looked like temptation herself, arching her chest in my direction, mewling frustatedly and with impatience. Until she could no longer endure it, her own lust and desire throbbing painfully in her core, as she breathlessy uttered a simple word.

"Come."

…

Wanda could see the effects off her actions immediately.

Pietro, who towered above her, with his ash-blond hair dangling wildly around his handsome face, his neck red and marked from her kisses. His toned physique giving off a sense of domination and power. Her gaze drawn to every spasming and tensing muscle, drinking in his beauty.

After she had muttered her invitation, she could see the look in his eyes changing, his intent to claim her – to conquer her – clearly visible. But that only made her heart jump in excitement. And as Pietro slowly pushed his large rod inside her, she felt nothing but absolute bliss.

This just felt so right to her. Being connected to in such an intimate and fundamental way. They weren't just siblings, not just normal twins. They were two pieces of something whole, only feeling complete with the other.

Hours had passed, when they finally stopped their passionate dance. Her hair was soaked in sweat, after he had drawn orgasm after orgams from her very willing form, but Pietro didn't mind it as she laid on top of him. Her head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around her and him still inside of her.

Wanda had never felt this whole before.

…

Pulling myself out of her warm cave, I shifted both of us onto our sides. And as we laid on our sides pressed against each other under one blanket, slowly carressing each others skin with our hands. We exchanged a few soft and gentle kisses, until we fell asleep together.