While Wanda was currently completely unashamed of the way she and Pietro were behaving together, she knew it was all simply in the heat of the moment; she'd never been the sort to kiss and tell, so while she would be more than happy to exchange secret, knowing glances with her brother in front of the others, she wasn't going to loudly broadcast every dirty little act they'd performed in this bed tonight. Gossip was for women who had no lives of their own, and Wanda was currently very happy with the state of her life. "You're the only thing that ever mattered to me anyway," she whispered lowly.
"It should," she continued with a small grin. "Because now you know you don't have to be jealous. I'm yours. In every way." She always had been, truth be told, but he likely had never realistically considered that one of those ways would include an unquestionable willingness to worship his cock with as much of her body as she could manage in a single night.
"We owe them no explanations," she told him, voice hushed as she continued to be captivated by the way her beloved brother was responding to the sound of her voice. "If you want to take care of me all day and night, they should know better than to attempt to open that door."
Glancing up to see Pietro's eyes focused completely on her as she made her way down the length of his body sent a thrill through Wanda unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She was worried she wouldn't be good, yes, and afraid that she might utterly embarrass herself, but those fears were but niggling thoughts at the back of her mind. This was Pietro. She couldn't humiliate herself in front of him even if she tried.
Besides, what she was doing was an act of love, and not something some director was telling a porn star to do. He would obviously take that into consideration rather than simply judge her if her first time proved to be less than spectacular.
So she listened to his guidance, splitting her attention between looking up at him and gauging the cock that was steadily looming as she slunk further down the bed. It had just been inside her, bringing her so much pleasure; surely taking it in her mouth couldn't be so bad, right?
Reverently taking hold of the base, she glanced up at him once more before whispering, "I love you, Pietro." It helped her, at least a little. She was doing this for him, which meant that he was free to guide her, tell her everything that brought him pleasure and whatever didn't. And with him helping her, how could she be nervous?
And so she brushed her long hair over one shoulder and leaned in, the flat of her tongue lapping slowly just along the tip, as though testing the waters. It was a strong taste, but not the least bit unpleasant, and so she lowered her head and let her tongue lick a slow, steady swipe along the veiny underside of his erection, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt the intimacy in what she was doing for her brother. She still felt woefully unprepared, but she tried to remember what that actress in that video had been doing as she began gradually taking him into her mouth, careful to make sure her tongue kept constant contact with him.
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"It should," she continued with a small grin. "Because now you know you don't have to be jealous. I'm yours. In every way." She always had been, truth be told, but he likely had never realistically considered that one of those ways would include an unquestionable willingness to worship his cock with as much of her body as she could manage in a single night.
"We owe them no explanations," she told him, voice hushed as she continued to be captivated by the way her beloved brother was responding to the sound of her voice. "If you want to take care of me all day and night, they should know better than to attempt to open that door."
Glancing up to see Pietro's eyes focused completely on her as she made her way down the length of his body sent a thrill through Wanda unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She was worried she wouldn't be good, yes, and afraid that she might utterly embarrass herself, but those fears were but niggling thoughts at the back of her mind. This was Pietro. She couldn't humiliate herself in front of him even if she tried.
Besides, what she was doing was an act of love, and not something some director was telling a porn star to do. He would obviously take that into consideration rather than simply judge her if her first time proved to be less than spectacular.
So she listened to his guidance, splitting her attention between looking up at him and gauging the cock that was steadily looming as she slunk further down the bed. It had just been inside her, bringing her so much pleasure; surely taking it in her mouth couldn't be so bad, right?
Reverently taking hold of the base, she glanced up at him once more before whispering, "I love you, Pietro." It helped her, at least a little. She was doing this for him, which meant that he was free to guide her, tell her everything that brought him pleasure and whatever didn't. And with him helping her, how could she be nervous?
And so she brushed her long hair over one shoulder and leaned in, the flat of her tongue lapping slowly just along the tip, as though testing the waters. It was a strong taste, but not the least bit unpleasant, and so she lowered her head and let her tongue lick a slow, steady swipe along the veiny underside of his erection, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt the intimacy in what she was doing for her brother. She still felt woefully unprepared, but she tried to remember what that actress in that video had been doing as she began gradually taking him into her mouth, careful to make sure her tongue kept constant contact with him.