Learning something new about Pietro felt like it should be something of an impossibility, but tonight had been full of surprises. From finding out he thought of her that way to seeing for herself the sorts of videos he would watch to get himself off, Wanda almost felt as though this was a stranger in her bed.

Almost, but not quite. No matter what she might learn about Pietro, he would always be her brother, and she knew and trusted him more than she could even trust herself most days. That was why it was so easy for her to simply give herself over to him in every way, shape, and form.

For now, she was simply trying to hold herself together, every movement of Pietro's tongue threatening to make her fall apart at any moment. Her cries rang out in the room as she moved with him, writhing and arching as the pleasure mounted with alarming intensity. She tried not to yank at his hair as she kept rocking against him, holding the phone to her chest and letting the sounds of those actresses mingle with the noises that rumbled in her throat. At this point, it wasn't long before her toes were curling, her cries turning into a long, wavering moan as she hit her peak once again.