The reminders that he still lived and breathed were priceless to Wanda. She shuddered to think of what she might have become if she'd fallen into despair and didn't have Pietro there to pull her back out. How would she have survived? How would anyone in the immediate vicinity have survived? When her sorrow mixed with rage, her powers were devastating.
Moving on top of him was new enough that it didn't come easily, but it didn't take long for her to adjust and figure out what worked. The female body knew how to do this instinctively, she reasoned, and so of course she'd know how to pleasure her brother, once she had a bit of guidance and experience to work with. How many times already had she noted that they were meant for one another, fitting together just right?
Just knowing that she was being watched and appreciated acted as its own sort of turn-on, though Pietro didn't need any help making her want him. Having a bit more control and using gravity to her advantage as she all but bounced against his cock brought its own special pleasure with it, no greater or more intense than when it was her brother setting the pace, but certainly something she was pleased to experiment with.
She did laugh at how much he seemed to be enjoying all this, but it easily melted away when he leaned up to kiss her, her movements faltering for a few moments before she deepened the kiss, arms wrapped around him as she redoubled her speed. He felt good, too good to be real, and it wouldn't surprise her if she learned he had a penchant for getting it hard and fast, and she only wanted to make him feel half as good as he was doing to her. "Made for each other," she reminded him in a soft, breathy murmur. "Being perfect for you is all that matters. Especially - oh! - especially when you're everything to me." Maybe there was something to being too blown away to talk, and so Wanda soon found herself burying her face against the crook of his neck, focused entirely on riding him as hard as she could and not getting overwhelmed by the way the pleasure shot up through her small body with every hard thrust.
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Moving on top of him was new enough that it didn't come easily, but it didn't take long for her to adjust and figure out what worked. The female body knew how to do this instinctively, she reasoned, and so of course she'd know how to pleasure her brother, once she had a bit of guidance and experience to work with. How many times already had she noted that they were meant for one another, fitting together just right?
Just knowing that she was being watched and appreciated acted as its own sort of turn-on, though Pietro didn't need any help making her want him. Having a bit more control and using gravity to her advantage as she all but bounced against his cock brought its own special pleasure with it, no greater or more intense than when it was her brother setting the pace, but certainly something she was pleased to experiment with.
She did laugh at how much he seemed to be enjoying all this, but it easily melted away when he leaned up to kiss her, her movements faltering for a few moments before she deepened the kiss, arms wrapped around him as she redoubled her speed. He felt good, too good to be real, and it wouldn't surprise her if she learned he had a penchant for getting it hard and fast, and she only wanted to make him feel half as good as he was doing to her. "Made for each other," she reminded him in a soft, breathy murmur. "Being perfect for you is all that matters. Especially - oh! - especially when you're everything to me." Maybe there was something to being too blown away to talk, and so Wanda soon found herself burying her face against the crook of his neck, focused entirely on riding him as hard as she could and not getting overwhelmed by the way the pleasure shot up through her small body with every hard thrust.