bakerstreet | The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme.

The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme.

The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

Because any good idea for a meme deserves its own smut version, this is just what the box says: the reverse picture meme for smut/nsfw prompting.

POSTING?
1) Comment with a character
2) Include a picture (or two or three) of a scenario, scene, position, location, etc. that you'd like to be a part of the RPing.
3) Make sure to list any preferences or explanations, to help people out.

REPLYING?
1) Find someone's image(s) that inspire you and reply to their comment!
2) Yeah, that's pretty much it!

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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"Forever,"

Wanda was gorgeous and since hitting puberty, Pietro wasn't blind to it. He saw how men turned their heads when she walked by; it was only when lude comments were made that he would stop controlling his temper and do something about it.

He was entranced with her and she wouldn't even have to use her abilities. Just the sight of Wanda touching herself beside him made Pietro's hand speed up, but stayed at a normal human pace. If he went too fast there was no way he would last. There was a brief moment that he wanted to ask if she was still okay with it, but the thought of even interrupting what was happening made him dismiss it.

Staying on his back, Pietro finally pulled himself out of his briefs, the shift causing his arm to brush against hers and he drew closer. His breathing had grown heavier as his head was made light and dizzy.

"I've...thought of this." he admitted without meeting her eyes. The confession would have made him turn bright red any other time, but right now, it felt right to say. It was his other half and he knew she wouldn't judge or hold it against him.

Seeing Pietro speed up made Wanda wonder if his superhuman speed would apply in the bedroom, if he could do things with his hand and pelvis that would risk making any woman shatter in sheer ecstasy. It sounded beyond risky and more than a little painful, but thinking about the way he would move inside a woman in any capacity was enough to make a small noise finally escape from her parted lips, especially when she got to see just what he'd been trying to keep hidden from view only a few moments before.

He was certainly bigger than any glimpse she might have gotten of him while growing up, proportional and beautiful and oh how did it get to be so warm in here? She was blatantly staring with wanton abandon, and she turned her face towards his shoulder to try and stifle any more noises that tried to come out. Instead, she found that the scent of him surrounded her so strongly that she couldn't help kissing at his shoulder, once, then again, and it only got harder to stop as she slipped her hand inside the waistband of her panties, fingers seeking out her clitoris.

"So have I," she finally breathed out against his ear as she looked up at him. "I thought... thought you would shun me, that it was wrong, but... this doesn't feel wrong. Does it?"

Pietro would have never imagined that he could have shared this with Wanda like this. That he would be lucky enough to be a man beside her in this position and looking upon her as she gaze up at him.

Her lips were soft on his skin and made him still to not jolt her off. The pleasure he saw on her face made him desperately want to kiss her lips. Turning his head, his own lips went to her forehead kissing her, but only to break when he exhaled heavily from her words.

"I would never shun you." he whispered, not wanting to think that he would ever judge her for her feelings. Granted, he'd had identical fears regarding what he had felt for her, but now wasn't the time to confess these feelings.

"Shhh-" He shook his head to answer her question; nothing about it felt wrong to him. He kissed her forehead again before his eyes met hers, holding them as he released himself, his erection falling against his torso and smearing the clear precum onto his hot skin. With his hand free, he shifted and reached to place his hand over hers, feeling the light fabric on his knuckles as he reached past her fingers. He could feel her wetness on the damp fabric and curled his fingers to cause just the tips to brush between her pink lips.

If Wanda thought about this too hard, she could have simply disregarded it as a disturbingly realistic fantasy and either turn away from it or press on recklessly at the risk of ruining everything. But she did her best to trust in her own sanity, given how often she delved into the minds of others, and so she could only insistently tell herself that this was real, that Pietro had really just confessed to wanting her and that she'd always wanted for their innocent touches and kisses to be a little less than innocent.

Closing her eyes at the feel of his lips on her forehead, Wanda tried to steady her breathing, to keep her head in this before her heart threatened to carry her away. They could both be incredibly passionate people, and as much as that could only mean good things insofar as this new aspect to their relationship, it also meant that they risked burning fierce and bright before dying out quickly. She didn't want that. She wanted this, whatever it might be and whatever it might mean, to last. Forever, as she'd said.

It wasn't until she felt his fingers against hers, pressed in against the confines of her underwear, that she opened her eyes, gasping softly. It was more than she'd been expecting, and yet it still wasn't enough, not nearly enough, and so she doubted herself for only a second more before turned her head, lips seeking out his even as her free hand sought out his erection, brushing lightly against the hot, hard shaft.

Pietro was consumed by the soft, velvety feeling when his fingers curled and slid inside of her that his lips meeting hers made him wake up. She was kissing him and it felt good. His tongue pressing past her lips and kissing her deeply, the way a lover would. No longer the sweet pecks of siblings.

"Wanda-" he exhaled when those slender fingers brushed against him. His free hand moved to once against engulf hers and wrap her fingers around his girth. His eyes fluttered as he tried to keep his hand moving, but only wanting to feel what she was doing for him. Even if the strokes were guided by his hand on top of hers.

"I want..." He moaned softly against her lips. "I want you-" another deep kiss.

He truly had no idea if his sister was a virgin. He had never wanted to know if anyone had ever put their hands on her or their cock where he would have been furious to learn.

Rolling towards her, he pressed his weight against her, wanting to rub himself against more than her hand. Maybe he was moving too fast, caught up in the moment, something that wouldn't surprise either of them if it were the case. Pietro never was one to stop and smell the flowers and when he craved something, he nearly overindulged.

The feel of his tongue pressing into her mouth made her groan softly; it was their first non-familial kiss, and yet it felt so natural that it could have been their millionth. As her own tongue lightly brushed against his, the kiss seemed to silently promise to be only the first of many, and she found that she rather liked that idea, being kissed goodnight by her beloved Pietro every single evening.

She moaned quietly into his mouth as his hand moved to wrap hers around his length, but she took the initiative to slowly begin stroking at him, his hand offering only minimal guidance. At the same time, the hand in her panties slipped out of the way to allow him to feel her completely, returning the favor by settling over his and offering whatever guidance he might need.

His desire only served to fuel her own, and if she had any reservations against any of this, they all fell away when he rolled and pressed himself against her, catching her completely by surprise. She'd played with boys, of course, young urges needing to be satisfied at least to a certain extent, but she'd never been interested enough in anyone to let him have her completely. And as the unrest in Sokovia grew, she'd had more important things on her mind, all urges put aside in favor of protesting and protecting. The thought of Pietro easily slipping inside her, of pressing in and moving within her and making her his, felt all too natural. Of course Pietro was meant to be her first. And she would have absolutely no qualms about him being her last.

She had to shift a bit to make their sudden proximity more comfortable, and as she did so, she took the opportunity to let go of him for a moment, writhing a bit before she could tug the nightshirt up over her head. A promise was a promise, after all, and if he was laid bare, she could only grant him the same courtesy.

Once she'd managed to toss all bits of clothing to the side, she reached up to cup his face, pressing in tight against him as she kissed him deeply. Her answer should be more than evident, but just in case he needed more than simply a bodily response, she dragged a leg up over his as she pulled back just enough to gasp out, "Then take me. I'm yours, Pietro. No one else's."

Pietro was enthralled with everything about her. Her taste, how her tongue moved with his, how his heart rate shot up just by being closer to her. Everything about it felt natural to him, each movement flowing without a second thought. Her moans sent shivers through him and his cock continued to produce pearls of clear precum at the slit.

If he'd had any say, he would without question be her first. He wanted to show her what he knew and knew she would enjoy. Wanted to be there for her first time for everything. Outside of the base, back home he had snuck off with girls in school and at the orphanage, being far more courageous back then than she was. Despite his anxiety, his sex drive and urges often got him into more trouble than anything.

So when her shirt was lifted, his kisses started down her neck, to her collarbone, and softly to her breasts and nipples. She was perfection in his eyes. He just wanted his hands to touch every inch of her soft skin and bury himself inside of her while lying in her arms.

When she slid closer and intertwined herself with him, his body instinctively curled towards her. When the permission to be taken was granted, he looked up into her eyes, pulling his hand from her wet panties to properly remove his boxer briefs in a blink and he was on top of her. His cock slid between her tiny thighs and felt the heat of her pussy along his hard skin.

"If it hurts," He looked her in the eye as he warned her. "Just tell me." Hurt because she was a virgin or hurt because he had the potential to get carried away. "Okay?" He would wait for her nod before lining his cock up with those pink lips, inhaling deeply and preparing himself to enter her.

Wanda was no fool; Pietro was too charismatic and mischievous to not have done this sort of thing before. While she used to chide him for his more obvious exploits, she'd been stifling a strange, unknown emotion the entire time, something that she'd only recognize as jealousy in hindsight. She'd never thought that she could take the place of any of those girls Pietro had held in his arms, but that didn't stop her from wanting something, something she knew she shouldn't want, something she hadn't even allowed herself to think about.

At least, not until right now.

Now, rolled onto her back and looking up at the brother she so adored, she couldn't think of anything or anyone else. She and Pietro deserved one another, and while she wasn't thinking too hard about the ramifications of tonight, she couldn't help imagining them growing so used to this sort of dance that they'd exhaust every position known between a man and a woman, and perhaps invent a few of their own in the process. After all, they were so much more than just the average man and woman, even discounting their abilities.

She assumed that he knew she was a virgin, and while she'd ordinarily tease him about if she didn't have so many other things on her mind. "You won't hurt me," she breathed out, legs spreading automatically beneath him, hips arching instinctively to make his passage that much easier. "We were made for each other."

Leaning up, she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips as she draped her arms about his shoulders, forcing herself to keep herself steady. She knew he could get carried away, and with the way he could move, this could turn into a disaster fairly easily. But she resolved not to swell on that, instead relaxing back against the bed as she waited for her brother to claim her.

Pietro had been with his share of girls over the years; not caring who they were and not entirely caring if they stayed or went. He wasn't there to use them for their bodies or the sex, but his attachment never grew. He never felt emotionally close to any of them. His love for Wanda came so naturally that he never questioned it, and during puberty, he confused his love and sexual attraction often, but never let it out. He'd jerked off to the idea of her more than anyone else over the years, but he never expected it to come to fruition.

Seeing Wanda beneath him was more erotic to him than any porn or pin-up model he'd ever seen. He gladly kissed her back when she leaned towards him. She had a point; they were made for each other and it would only make sense that they fit so well together. However, he still cracked a smile and eyed her, "Just don't want to get...carried away." She had to remember that he could move faster than bullets.

His arms propped himself up above her as his hip moved as slow as he could make it, easing inch by inch into her. Sliding into her slowly, he held back a groan, biting down on his lower lip as he felt how tight she was. It was like she was wrapping tightly around him and not wanting to let him go; had to be the best thing he'd felt in his entire life. His eyes stayed on her, watching for any pain she might be experiencing. If he did anything that could hurt her, he would immediately stop; finding her pain to be far more of a turn off than anything else.

She couldn't help the small grin that played on her lips when he admitted he didn't want to get carried away. Yes, that was a real risk, but a risk that she'd take in stride without too much concern. After all, she was fairly certain she could get him to stop or slow down if she needed to. Even if she weren't unnaturally "persuasive," it was doubtless that he'd listen to her, just as she would have listened to him if he'd wanted some privacy as he'd jerked himself off.

So long as they both knew they had the other's best interests at heart, this couldn't go too terribly wrong, she reasoned. Of course, she couldn't exactly tell him so, given that he was soon pushing himself into her, going painstakingly slowly as he joined them the way they'd always been meant to be joined. She wanted to tell him to hurry up, to put it all in her, to joke about how he could be so slow at the worst times, but she was smart enough to know that this was for the best.

Her body was totally accepting of him, but there still came a point where he met with a bit of resistance. Rather than push him back or ask him to hold still, she took a deep breath and squeezed around him gently, encouraging him on even as she tilted her hips a bit to try and make this easier. She was expecting pain, blood, maybe even an overwhelming sense of shame as what they were doing finally made it through her head, but all she felt was a sudden dull pinch when he was finally through his only obstacle and fully settled inside her, deeper than her curious fingers had ever gone.

Looking up at him with wide eyes, she realized that there really was no turning back now. Rather than fill her with a sense of fear or dread, she decided that they ought to make the best of this that they could, enjoy one another until they simply couldn't anymore, and she reached up for another kiss. "Pietro," she breathed out against his mouth before moving to drag her lips against his jawline, heading up towards his ear. "I love you so much."

"Nnnn-" he moaned through clench teeth when he felt himself enter her completely. She fit him like a glove. How tight she was nearly made him dizzy with arousal. Now coated with her juices, he was able to start moving his hips, starting to really get a moderate pace started. He would feel out her expressions and responses before speeding up, but he was slick now and moving easily.

Her words melted his heart and he was hers. Having spoken so close to his ear also was a secret spot for him that made him wild with arousal and his eyes closed briefly trying to recompose himself.

"I love you-" he exhaled, a smile spreading onto his lips. Finally able to speak the words in a way meaning something far deeper than what love they had lived their whole lives with. Granted, he would have gladly continued to have loved her any way that he could, but this, it felt right now. "More than I can say." he smiled and dove into her kiss once more.

When their kiss broke, he kept watching her face. It was an angle he had never anticipated seeing her from. He felt more love for her then than he had ever felt for anyone. She was the woman he couldn't have seen coming, but had been there all along.

"Does it feel good?" her hips had tilted, but he still had to ask, for himself more or less.

The initial friction surprised her with how good it felt. Was that normal, for something so hot and hard to rub up against her that way and feel good enough to get her to let out a moan when they'd barely started? Or was Pietro just that good?

She'd be content never to find out for sure, since that would involve her comparing him with other men, and she didn't want any other men in her life. Pietro fit perfectly inside of her, making her toes curl whenever he pressed in as deeply as he could and yet never causing her even an ounce of pain. They really had been made for each other, and she could only feel sorry for anyone who would think there was something wrong with their relationship simply because they hadn't been born alongside their soul mate.

Hearing him return her sentiment made her want to cry, but she knew the tears would be misconstrued. There could be no tears now, not while they were like this. The only bad thing was that she had to try and stifle herself, keep her voice down to a small whisper, or else she might just cry out loudly enough to be heard by everyone within miles, screaming out with the pleasure her Pietro was giving her. One day, they'd have to find a place where they can both cry out to the heavens, without fear or judgement and simply basking in the love they had for each other.

Lips no longer on his, she settled back against the pillow, watching him with dark, hooded eyes as she tried to keep up his pace. Her body seemed to know what to do without ever having been taught, and rocking up to meet Pietro's thrusts kept threatening to make her spill over with pure pleasure. "Perfect," she gasped, one hand trailing along his back as the other lost itself in his hair.

She couldn't say anything else for a moment, though she didn't know how long she would be able to last if he kept this up, and she wanted to be sure she pleased him as much as he was her. "Can I-... can I make it better?" she asked, leaning in to kiss at his throat. Taking a moment to breathe him in and simply enjoy the way he moved inside her, she asked, "What do you like, Pietro? Anything for you."

She could use her abilities, of course, but never without his permission. Besides, there was something erotic about the thought of hearing him say it, and even more so if he had trouble managing out the words.

Thrusting into Wanda below him made Pietro shutter and throb inside of her. "Yes," he brought his forehead to hers, looking into hers eyes, but never wavering his pace. "You are." The corner of his mouth tugged upward with a playful smirk that came with his compliment. Without her moans, he could only assume she was enjoying herself, but then again, maybe she was just quiet. It was her first time after all and he had to remind himself of this.

"Oh," he chuckled shaking his head with a smile. "This has been what I've wanted for so long, my sweet sister. I don't know if I will ever need anything else more in my life. I only need you." And he meant that, but there were other things he enjoyed that he couldn't bring himself to request. "I like a lot of things," He allowed the statement to linger a moment as he felt her clench his cock inside of her before speaking again. "But many aren't suited for you now-" And some he wasn't sure he could ever ask of her being who she was in his life. To degrade her with anal, choking her, rubbing his cock on her face, and tying her up- things he had seen in porn and desired - he wasn't sure he could do that to Wanda, of all people. He simply assumed she didn't know what she was asking for when she said 'anything.'

"Let me go faster." He suggested, wanting to give her something that she could please him with. "Maybe, get you on top." A sight he had envisioned in his fantasies for years.

She couldn't help laughing breathlessly at his praise, exaggerated as ever but still every bit as warm and welcome. She knew she couldn't be perfect, not nearly perfect enough for her brother, but he seemed to be enjoying himself and she was willing to improve however she could; she'd become the very embodiment of perfection, just for him.

"I want to know what you like," she whispered against his throat. "I want to be everything to you, Pietro. Please let me. If not tonight-...." She trailed off with a soft moan as a quiver of particularly strong pleasure rushed through her, something hot and deep and absolutely exquisite, but she continued, not wanting it to go unsaid. "If not tonight, then soon." She wanted to know his body as well as she did his face, and while she knew that some people did questionable things in the name of pleasure, she wouldn't question a single one of Pietro's desires. Whatever he wanted of her, whatever he wanted her to do or say, he only needed to request it, and she'd do it. After all, once she got to know her own body and knew how it felt for a man to explore her so intimately, she'd likely have a request or two of her own, and she didn't doubt that he would do what he could to satisfy her completely.

His suggestion was met with an immediate nod, and she was already pushing, trying to roll them over without stopping him. "Yes," she breathed out, cracking another smile. "I'd say go as fast as you want, but I'd like to get out of this in one piece." She moved for his lips again, another kiss left upon them as she whispered, "So let me ride you instead, and we can get to a speed that pleases us both."

Pietro meant every word he said, but he could see why his sister would laugh. If only he knew her thoughts, he would correct her misunderstandings of his feelings. Granted, until now he had never expressed any of these thoughts or urges, so it would be muddled to begin with. Over time, however, he was certain he could make her understand how she appeared in his eyes.

"You are everything to me," he kissed her jaw, speaking closer to her ear. Her mouth on his throat and skin was giving him goosebumps still, even as he continued to penetrate her. "We will talk about this later," he finally met her eye and being firm with his words despite his teasing smile trying to spread onto his lips. He reminded himself that she was still only a virgin and in a way, he didn't want to scare her with his thoughts and desires.

Feeling her push, he pulled her to him, his strong arms wrapping around her so that they could smoothly roll him onto his back without slipping out of her. With her on top, he paused to gaze upon her with her long hair falling over her shoulders, her perky breasts with nipples hard with arousal. He hardly realized the smile on his face that evolved into a grin as he reached up to cup her breasts with a hand while the other slid down her curves to her hips.

"You have no idea how you look to me right now," His eyes stayed on her body then, unable to tear them away.

Pietro had been the only thing that had kept her sane ever since they'd lost their parents, and she would be the first to admit that it hadn't always been an easy task. She'd missed them horribly, and while Pietro's anger tended to be taken out swiftly and efficiently, Wanda knew how to hold onto a grudge, let it fester and grow, and she'd lost count of how many times Pietro had had to calm her down when her emotions would suddenly bubble over and threaten to spiral out of control. They complemented one another, and so while it only made sense that he would see her as perfect as she viewed him, Wanda still had difficulty believing that anyone on this earth would ever be good enough for him.

His promise that they would discuss this later made her mirror that almost-smile on his lips. "I'll hold you to that," she told him. Whatever thoughts he might have or fantasies he yearned to live out, Wanda would at least try them. If they made her brother happy, they couldn't be all bad.

She grunted a little as he shifted inside of her while they rolled, the angle sharpening once she was on top. She picked herself up a bit to lessen the pressure, and maybe she was giving him a bit of a view, but that wasn't her main concern. She appreciated his reaction, of course, but as she braced one hand on his chest while the other lay across his shoulder, she only cared about moving, about picking up the pace as he'd requested, even if she'd have to get there gradually so she wouldn't end up hurting herself right away.

"Then tell me," she murmured, moving enthusiastically over him, the sounds of their bodies meeting louder than her voice. She smirked again, deciding that he shouldn't be the only playful one in all of this as she added, "Or do I feel so good that you can't talk straight?"

Pietro looked to his sister in many lights now; a sister, a twin, a mother, and now a lover. She had played so many major roles in his life over the years that he truly hadn't a clue what he would do without her. It hadn't been long since it dawned on him what she might have experienced from his near death experience, making him want to spend every precious moment he could with her to remind her that he wasn't gone.

Simply watching Wanda learn and experiment was in and of itself, pleasurable. It was innocent while somehow she still managed to stay so mature and sexy on top of him. Her gaze wouldn't let him believe for a moment that she doubted herself. "Mm- yeah, that's it." he watched her legs, her hips, her everything move with his flow as he groaned and simply absorbed what she made him feel.

"You're just beautiful," he shook his head, truly lost for words and then being called out on it by her just a second later. "I can hardly see straight!" He made sure to inform her with a wide, amused smile. "Its just...you're perfect...in every way." His words stalling as she moved along his length and the pleasure flowed so easily through him. He only made her stop so that he could sit up, bringing his face closer to hers by a hand behind her neck to kiss her and whisper, "Perfect for me."

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.

Pietro reached around to grab his sister's tight little ass, feeling her bounce on top of him. She was moving at a steady pace, but to him everything felt slow. With her this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but for her first time, he imagined she would get tired quickly.

Since gaining his speed and abilities, the rate in which Pietro became hard with arousal was rapid. The first few weeks he struggled to manage his speed during tests and trials, but when a woman even past by, he had to control a whole other part of his body.

He smiled against her lips as he kissed her, thriving off her laugh and her happiness. Wanda's face on the soft skin of his neck and how he held her there was far more intimate than he's ever had with a woman. He felt her in a way he had never felt close to someone; the closest he had ever been. "And you'll always be everything for me."

"Let me go faster," he spoke softly against her ear, hands spread out over her smooth back. "I'll make you cum." That much he could without a doubt promise. Despite his abilities generally scaring women away from actual sex with him, he has proven himself easily able to make any one of them cum with just his hand or his tongue. The ability to speed up any part of his body to simply vibrate came in handy.

"I'll be careful," he stroked her hair while saying these words and truly meaning them. He wouldn't allow himself to get carried away and lose control with her, not this time, he had only once done that and it had been rough for his partner. "Maybe get you on your side?" A safer position. "Or your back?"

Getting groped by her brother as she rode him was a distinct sort of thrill that Wanda never thought she'd actually experience, and so she let out a noise she never would have thought she'd actually make, practically squealing before she couldn't help laugh at herself. Being with Pietro felt better than it had any right feeling, and that only intensified when he put his hands on her, wherever it is he might choose to touch her. Anything as chaste as cupping her cheek to cupping an entirely different cheek was more than welcome, insofar as she was concerned.

This was good. They could still smile and laugh and love one another, even while giving each other everything their bodies could handle. Of course, she could tell Pietro was holding back, and while there was some part of her that proclaimed that that was for the best, she couldn't help her baser desire to watch and feel her beautiful twin lose control, claiming her fully in a way that only he ever could.

"You don't need to go faster for that," Wanda breathed out dryly, already uncertain as to how much longer she could last. But as she raised her head and looked Pietro in the eye as she gradually slowed down, she looked completely earnest as she whispered, "But I want you to." Go faster, make her scream in climax, get her in any position they can imagine; however Pietro chose to took it, that was how she meant it.

Fingertips grazing lightly over his chest, she looked him over, still hardly able to believe that he was really inside her after so many years of quiet, shameful wanting. "I want to watch you take me," she admitted. "But I started off on my back, so maybe we should try something new." Her hips finally stopped rocking against his, only for her to grind tight and hard against his cock, a soft cry leaving her lips.

"As long as I can feel you, I'm happy. And if I need you to stop, I can always let you know. Not that you'll ever have to worry about that."

Even if he fucked her hard enough that she could only scream out incoherently, she could at least use her abilities to ask him to ease up, to slow down, to have mercy, but she's fairly certain that any use of her powers would be to do the very opposite.

"What's funny?" he inquired when she laughed. He knew it wasn't the scenario or the sex, but he was certainly missing something. Still he smiled up to her and continued to watch her beautiful slender figure on top of him in the best sinful way possible.

At first he worried that she was saying no to his speed increasing, but his lips spread with that whisper and he had to give some thought. He didn't want to stand at the risk of hurting her back against the wall. If she wanted to watch, he wouldn't take her from behind. However, he stalled and considered the other options, and decided to put her on her back once more, but he would instead stand.

"Bring your ass to the edge," he instructed her, aiding in pulling her towards him. When she was close enough, he granted her a kiss, pausing to look at her on her knees in front of him where he stood. It was just a brief moment that he was able to realize what was really occurring. It was truly Wanda and she wanted this. Wanted what he had wanted. Truly wanted it.

"You can always feel me," he smiled as he spoke, eyes looking her over as he slowly pushed her to lie down so that he could take her knees and stand between her legs. "You just have to ask," A beat. "Or take it for yourself." He winked to her then before guiding his cock to slide inside. Inhaling deeply as he felt her wrap around him and his cock glide easily in until he was balls deep inside of her, she felt amazing to him.

"Just let me know," he agreed with her as he slid his hands up her thighs and to her hips. He would watch her face as he gradually built up a speed, careful to not slam too hard into her as he began to take fast and quick strokes.

"Nothing," she answered. "The noises people can make during this, I suppose. But mostly, I just like you touching me there. Or anywhere."

Wanda really couldn't care less about positioning, and once she got over the sheer unexpected delight and shock in knowing that it was her brother willingly doing these things to her, watching him throughout would hardly be as necessary. But right now, she had trouble taking her eyes off of him, and she couldn't imagine looking at anything else while she experienced this kind of pleasure.

She spared a quick glance over to the edge of the bed before doing as he asked, unable to help grinning once again at his kiss. She'd never be able to get enough of this, and she hoped the same could be said for him, because she had no idea how she would be able to give this sort of thing up, not now or ever.

"I already miss having you inside me," she murmured as she obediently settled in her new position, a deep flush of arousal high on her cheeks as Pietro spread her out for him. He didn't leave her wanting for long, of course, but she thought it worth noting how natural it felt to have him inside her, pressed up against and into her as their bodies worked for that blessed friction.

When he pushed in again, she let out a long breath, arms stretched over her head as she arched up beneath him. "Careful," she breathed out. "I might take that as an invitation to find new ways to wake you up in the mornings." Why waste a perfectly good morning erection, especially when they now both knew how willing the other was to put it to use?

The urge to close her eyes and merely let the sensation of every thrust wash over her was high, but they were doing it this way so she could watch, and so she was determined not to miss a single moment. She knew he was being careful with her, and even then, this still felt more intense than it had any right to feel, so she only hoped she wasn't getting in over her head, especially when she was too stubborn to do anything but encourage him on for now.

"That's it, Pietro," she panted out as his thrusts began to get a little faster than what she assumed the average human could comfortably do. "Give me everything I've ever wanted."

"Have I created a little sex addict?" He titled his head to the side as if to examine her, his hands sliding up her smooth legs as he spread them. "Maybe that's a good thing." He smirked as he gazed over his flawless sister. "I would like that." He completely consented to her waking him up in that fashion. Pietro had never slept beside any other woman through the night who wasn't Wanda, but to have this new level of closeness would suit him well. Only a few times has he woken up beside her early enough to take care of that morning erection without her knowledge. Although there were another handful of times where he had woken to an embarrassing spot that revealed the contents of his dream that night.

"That's it." He liked watching her arch her back and raising her hands. It was an image he would allow to burn into his mind for later. He would reinforce her habits and things he saw that he liked in hopes of shaping her into what he liked.

"I wish...I- ah! Could..." He groaned as he felt himself speed up, his hips not yet a blur - he wouldn't go that fast with her - but to the point where he was thrusting in and out fast enough to simply be a vibration against her. Leaning forward, he aimed to press against her clit and make her cum. Pietro knew he wouldn't hold out for long now, the speed and what lay in front of him crying out in pleasure.

"Ah- ah-rrr-Ah!" He clenched his eyes shut as he yelled and fell over that edge, releasing his hot creamy seed inside of her as he did.

"No," she replied with a shake of her head. "The only thing I'm addicted to is you. I always have been." This was just a different side of her brother, one she'd thought of for so long that it was only natural she'd taken a shine to it.

The thought of waking her brother up with a sexual act or two was nice, but it might not happen that following morning. She would be be too concerned that a full night's rest would grant him a change of heart, and waking up to find his very eager sister handling him that way might not bode well. It hurt to think about, but Wanda was willing to at least wait until they'd had a discussion after a night of passionate sex before she started taking such liberties.

Hearing that sort of encouragement from anyone else would have come off as patronizing, but knowing that she was doing something that was pleasing to Pietro gladdened her in a way that few things every did. She grinned up at him, though the expression faded away into a gasp as he picked up his speed, his cock practically feeling as though it was buzzing inside her.

Between that and the stimulation to her clit, Wanda was shocked by how quickly and how suddenly she came, her inner walls squeezing tight around his shaft as though intending to milk out every single drop of him as they finished just seconds apart, their cries intermingling. There was a chance that they'd been heard, there was even a chance that she really should have considered the risks of letting him reach orgasm while inside of her, but she couldn't bring herself to care. What's done is done, and right now she was more intent on slowly unwinding as she waited for Pietro's hips to still so she could hold him against her while she struggled to catch her breath.

"I don't know if that's so much an addiction but instead just an attachment," He pondered playfully. "We simply need each other to live is all." Probably not the best way to put it, but he wasn't thinking about that. "You're more life source." He kissed her gently, parting with a smile.

Pietro had no intention of shying away from her, but he would understand her concern if they were to ever verbalize it. One day he would like to wake up spooning her in his arms, something that would have a completely different meaning now that they had become something more.

Pietro's cock felt blissfully pleasurable with how fast he was moving, only slowing slightly in order to focus on her face. That grin he adored was finally shining back up at him for a completely different reason that before. It was when she came that it had been worth watching and waiting for. Seeing her face grimace with the pleasure was what had pushed him over the edge himself. The face he had jerked off to so many times, receiving the pleasure that he was giving her. The orgasm that hit him made him cry out as he saw nothing but stars.

His pace slowed and he was able to focus, having actually broken a sweat at that rate he had reached. Still, he kept himself inside of her, smiling like a fool as he gazed down at her sprawled body below him. Pietro would leave forward to engulf his sister in a deep kiss that pressed his body against hers as he slid with her onto the bed. He wanted this to last. This moment where everything between them was perfect.

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