Eden

DISCLAIMER: The Maximoffs do not belong to me - they're Marvel toys I play with for my own amusement.


A/N

1. Backhistoryfic for the rpg, X-Men: Genesis, where I play Pietro amongst others. Mostly canon - a little bit not.
2. Magneto's children all have white hair in the Genesisverse - a genetic anomaly of his that he passes on to his kids. Along with mutantcy. What a great dad, huh?
3. They're under the age of sixteen, which makes them minors. If this squicks you, leave now. Run, don't walk.
4. First time fic, awww.

And onto the fic!


Pietro huffed a short breath out of his mouth, trying to move the white locks of hair that trailed over his forehead out of his eyes. They didn’t move. They barely ever did. Staring up at the sky, he watched as the white clouds moved across the blue sky, sun shining warmly down on Wanda and him as they lay cloud-watching on the bright summer day. Wanda had wanted to do it, since he’d caught the fish for dinner already, and there was more then enough wood chopped. He had so much time to get everything done with just the two of them and nobody else around to bother them. Arms folded behind his head, he yawned and wondered when he could convince her to go looking for blackberries. There might be some just starting. Probably not, but...

“Look, it’s a rabbit!” Wanda murmured into his ear, slim hand pointing up at the sky with her index finger as she nudged him in the side.

“Mmm,” Pietro agreed, following the path of her finger as it pointed upwards to a particular cloud formation. It did look sort of like a rabbit. He guessed. It didn’t really look like a rabbit – the ears were all the wrong shape. He sighed, shifting his position on the grass and wriggling impatiently. His twin giggled, and then poked him in the side. “Wanda!” he laughed as she hit a ticklish spot, squirming away and feeling the grass blades stroke the back of his neck gently.

“Watch out!” she laughed right back at him, fingers now coming towards his ribs in a concerted attack. Her long hair flowed like the clouds did, white and shining, as she moved. He could have dodged her easily, but didn’t, letting her collapse on top of him, feet kicking and fingers skidding along his sides. A smile lit up her face, and he would do anything to see that smile appear. Anything, even let her tackle him and tickle him until he cried for mercy even though his speed let him see her coming like she was moving through heavy water. It made her happy. There were a lot of things he was willing to do so that she would smile. Just like that. Beautiful and pure and full of joy.

It was like watching the sun come up in the morning.

“Oh, no!” he yelped, making ineffectual movements to stop her quick little hands as she giggled and continued tickling him. “Wanda!”

“Pietro!” she mimicked, teeth shining in her grin before squealing in shock as he turned the tables easily, rolling them both over with her in his arms. The smell of crushed grass slid over their skin, as Wanda grabbed at his shirt, hiding her face against his chest. Sun warm on his back, but not as hot as her breath as it puffed against the hollow of his throat.

Pietro swallowed heavily as they came to a halt tangled around each other with her on the bottom, staring down at her as her eyes slowly looked up at him. Something felt different today. And he didn’t know why. All of a sudden, everything had changed and he wasn’t sure what the change even was. “Wanda?” She stared back up at him, tongue licking the corners of her lips uneasily and the strange feeling increased. He could almost see it reflected it back at him from her eyes.

“Pietro, slow down,” and he realized as her hands cupped his face that his breathing had revved up, eyes blinking quicker as he tried to process what was going on as fast as he could. So he could understand. He knew that he was missing some crucial part. There was something missing, and he couldn’t think clearly. He shuddered, movement rippling its way down along his body in a heartbeat. “Oh!” Pietro’s heart almost stopped as she gasped in surprise, her hips moving up to meet his and he moaned softly. Oh, God.

“Wanda, I don’t...”

“That was...” She shook her head, and pressed her hips upwards again, and Pietro could feel his breath cycling out of control. “It felt good,” she said almost clinically, faintly surprised as she looked up at him with wide eyes, his hands flat on the ground on either side of her head. Her legs splayed around his waist, hips thrusting against his clumsily and he had to move. The confused thick feeling coursed all over him, and a soft gasping noise escaped his lips as he dropped his forehead to her shoulder, hips pushing down to meet hers as they both tried to find what movements felt the best.

“Wanda, oh, please...”

“It feels so good, Pietro, oh!” Her voice was high and sharp in his ear as she put her arms around his neck, pulling him down tighter against him. He was only too glad to let her, both of them gasping for breath and making small soft noises of surprised pleasure. Thin legs wrapped around the small of his back, his sister’s body moving underneath his as they experimented with this new heat. God, he felt so hot, like he was going to explode. Something was happening.

“I feel so strange, Wanda...”

Her mouth was soft as he kissed her, briefly, chastely before she moaned and he gasped and their tongues met. This was even better they both decided, and Pietro chased her tongue with his own, hips thrusting against her skirt rhythmically as it rucked up around her knees. It was like an extension of the feeling he felt when they bathed together, naked and playing in the chill water of the stream. Droplets of water sliding over her skin as the sun turned them to imitation diamonds, even more beautiful then the real thing. Bright eyes and beautiful smile. Only for him. Just for him.

“Do that thing again, Pietro, please! Pietro!”

Pietro managed to concentrate and started to move even faster against her, crying out himself as her voice soared, hips grinding almost painfully up against him. The heat got bigger, electric, and he wailed her name as the hot feeling cascaded all across his body, hips jerking spasmodically against her as she continued to writhe underneath him. His pants were wet, like had started to happen at night sometimes, he thought dazedly as his arms stopped supporting him for a moment. Wanda wriggled underneath his heavy body, then pushed him off and he sprawled on his back, still gasping for breath.

“Pietro!”

“Hnh.” She hit him and he curled up over his stomach, blinking at her in shock. Wanda never hit him. Except now she had. Her cheeks were red and she was breathing heavily, and glaring at him. The patched skirt that she wore was pushed up somewhere around her thighs and he swallowed heavily at the sight. “What?” He gulped in trepidation at the look in her eyes, and wondered what he could do to make her stop it.

“I still feel all...hot. Down...” Her cheeks flared a brighter red as she blushed, and she fisted her hands in the material of her skirt. Staring at him like she expected him to know what needed to happen to make the hot feeling go away.

“Wanda, I don’t know what to do...” he begged her to understand, already wondering just what he had to do to make her happy. He opened his arms anyway, letting her crawl into them with a whimper as they kissed in this whole new way. To his surprise, he felt the hot feeling spring up again almost immediately, and Wanda wriggled impatiently in his lap.

“Why are your pants wet? Take them off,” she complained, sliding off his lap to sit on the grass again. He stared at her for a moment, eyes blinking open and closed too quickly for her to follow, before he undid his trousers and removed them, leaving them in a heap on the grass, leaving him in his shirt as he watched her fingers fiddle with the buttons of her blouse. “I’m too hot,” she explained, meeting his startled gaze and tossing her head with a pout. Her skirt slid over her hips with a rustle, and Pietro’s shirt hit the ground a bare second later.

The twins stared at each other for a moment, at each other’s developing bodies. They bathed together almost every day since The Bad Thing, and they hadn’t cared. It hadn’t mattered. But now...everything was suddenly changed. Pietro opened his arms hesitantly, not sure if Wanda would come to him and sighed with relief into her hair as she fit into his arms as she always had. His other piece, the part that made all the world make sense. Her skin was warm, sun-kissed, as he held her in his lap, their arms around each other as her hips rocked impatiently against his.

“Pietro, it’s not enough!” she whined, then straightened abruptly with a shocked look on her face. They both looked down at his erection, and she touched Pietro’s dick hesitantly with her fingertips, which made him shudder convulsively.

“Oh, shit!”

“Pietro!” Wanda scolded him for swearing, before she stroked his hard cock again curiously. He let his head fall back, hands going to the ground to support himself as he panted harshly. This felt so good it had to be wrong. Mama had said that they shouldn’t touch themselves down there, that it was naughty, unclean, but oh god, it felt so good. “Has it done this before?”

“Sometimes when I wake up, just lately,” the speedster gasped, biting at his lip, fighting to remain at her speed. Keep his voice controlled. Not to just shake and vibrate, like he wanted to. So much. Like he almost needed to. Just shake until the confusing feelings went away.

“Pietro, I think it’s like what happens to the stallions when they...you know...” Wanda blushed, before putting her hand on his chest and leaning down to kiss him. This he could do. Pietro kissed her back, moans vibrating from his mouth through to her own and he could feel her smile, taste her gasp like rare sweet chocolate on the back of his throat. Sweet and dark. “I think...I think if you touched me, down there...that...”

Oh, and that was a brilliant idea and absolutely perfect. It had to be right. Pietro nodded at her awkward smile, before kissing it away as his hands slipped down her body. Touched, just there. It was soft, and Pietro bit his lip as he hesitantly traced his fingers over the straggly hairs there before touching the slit again. Wanda’s eyes widened as he touched a little nub at the top, and thrust her hips towards him impatiently. “There?”

“There,” she agreed breathlessly, and Pietro vibrated his fingers, eyes wide and fixed on her face. The sound that came out of her mouth was a little bit broken, hips pushing into the touch of his hand as she mewled happily, eyes looking heavenward. He put his hand on the back of her head, bringing her gaze back to him as he kissed her softly. Tongue tasting every corner of her mouth as he felt wetness start to coat his fingers. The scream echoed in the trees, as the sun shone down and the clouds moved across the sky, and he was afraid for a moment that he’d hurt her. Not true, not when she was still kissing him madly and her arms were wrapped tight around his neck. “So good, Pietro, so good...”

“Wanda...”

It was enough just to hold her. Just to be together, under blue sky while the leaves on the trees rustled and the clouds left shadows fleeting on the earth. In the smell of green grass and sunlight. It was enough, and more then enough to be with her.

Things had changed, but they were still the same.

And Pietro was thankful, listening to her breathe and her heart beating against his chest in rhythm with his own even if it wasn’t in step as his sped faster. The touch of her hair on his cheek was something beyond beautiful. Her warm weight in his arms something he would fight to protect. She was his and he was hers and everything was perfect.