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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, The_Avengers_(Marvel_Movies)
  Relationship:
      Pietro_Maximoff/Wanda_Maximoff
  Character:
      Pietro_Maximoff, Wanda_Maximoff
  Additional Tags:
      maxicest, Twincest, Smut, Consensual_underage, first_year, Incest, au-
      Parents_are_alive, AU-_Teenagers, Maxicest_Week, First_Time, losing
      virginity, Theme:_firsts
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-06 Words: 2795
****** The First Year ******
by SeaofSin
Summary
     In their first year, they had been careful.
     AU- Parents are alive.
     Written for day four of Maxicest week
Notes
     Anyone remember that AU I wrote long ago where then twins started a
     relationship while still at home? No? Well, don't worry, it works as
     a standalone.
In their first year, they had been careful. It had come as a shock to both of
them: they had fallen in love with their twin, and, even further from the realm
of seemingly reasonable possibilities, their feelings were equally
reciprocated.
There was a certain level of paranoia the twins would experience. Had their
mother found out? What would father say? Do they suspect? Unspoken questions
constantly bounced between them, and while their private affections were for
the most part well contained to the night hours, it began to bleed into the
waking moments as well. Subtle smiles, light brushes of the fingers, secretive
whispers, all of it drawing unwanted attention. Their parents grew wary; doors
could no longer be closed, and time together grew increasingly hard to get. The
best they could get were small kisses in the corridors when they scrambled off
to one of their rooms before a parent barged in with a mistrustful eye, or when
they could hide in the local park (as ruined and charred from the bombings as
it was) and pretend to blend in amongst the other amorous couples, or, in
Pietro's case, bemoan the fact they could never quite have what everyone else
could.
"I don't understand it. Love here isn't such a common place thing, yeah? In a
place where you're more likely to die than make it past your eighteenth
birthday, why do they still frown upon love like ours? Shouldn't any kind of
love be celebrated? It's like a little flower in the concrete; they'd much
rather trample it under their boots than let it grow," he complained one
afternoon, shooting disgusted glances at a couple that was heavily making out
on an opposing bench.
"Why the hostility?" she couldn't help but ask as she placed her book to the
side, an inquisitive look in her eyes.
"I'm not hostile," he bristled, dragging his heels across the ground, leaving
scuffs in the blackened soil.
"Yes you are," she countered, an affectionate mention rather than
argumentative.
"Fine, if I am, I still feel I have a right to be so," he retorted, arms
crossed and continuing to drag his shoes across the dirt, soiling them for
later cleaning.
"Bitterness won't change the world," she reprimanded him.
His fingers dug gently into the flesh of his thigh as he continued to watch the
other couple with indignation. "You say that, but the most bitter of men end up
being the most important."
"And the most despised," Wanda chuckled, reaching a hand out towards him and
grinning.
For a moment, Pietro remained quiet, chewing his lower chapped lip until it
split, and ran the back of his hand over the wound to mop up the small
spattering of blood. "And? I would rather be loved by the few that matter and
hated by most, if it meant I could spend the rest of my life with you, as any
other couple could."
"You really are bitter," Wanda laughed, pulling a tissue packet from her bag
and handing it to him, which he gratefully took.
Soaking up the remaining blood, he shifted on the bench, angling his body to
face his sister as best he could. "What if we moved? When we're adults, we
don't have to stay here. Sokovia sucks anyhow. I would take you anywhere, and
we could pretend to be anyone else. Think about it: we could get married, we
could have a house, or kids..."
"And with what money?" she responded simply.
There was a pause, both uncertain what to say next. Wanda was crushing his
fantasies, while Pietro continued to attempt to delude himself that there could
be something more in store for them.
Disheartened, but not defeated, he shook his head. "The future is unknown. We
shall wait and see."
It had been the first time they argued to such an extent.
Bitterness hung around Pietro like a bad habit, and seemed to stick with
unforgiving grasp around his heart each time he saw others happily in love.
Classmates were frequently affectionate, which drove Pietro mad, and he would
complain often, wishing he could so much as hold Wanda's hand in public, while
they were allowed to do almost anything short of sex.
"Honestly, it's unfair," he complained bitterly as he tossed his bag on the
floor, heading for the kitchen for something to eat. On the fridge was a note
left by their parents, saying hey had gone to the neighboring town to look at a
new house, nobody wanted to live in Sokovia anymore, least of all Pietro.
"Complaining won't change anyone's mind," Wanda answered, glancing over her
shoulder as she headed for her room. She loved him, but sometimes he could be
quite easily frustrated.
With a sigh, Pietro followed her, shoving whatever it was he had gathered from
the fridge into his mouth. Quietly, he sat in her room, the two of them
finishing their homework.
From down the hall, the phone began to ring, and Pietro scurried off to answer
it. The other end crackled a bit before his father's voice rang out, a bit
diluted from what sounded like heavy wind, "Hello?"
"Hello, father," Pietro said, winding the cord around his fingers.
"Pietro? Is that you? Could you tell Wanda your mother and I will be home
tomorrow? It would seem the weather has gotten bad. They've canceled our train
back, the snow is too deep," their father said, still somewhat difficult to
discern from the other line.
Pietro glanced quickly out the window. The snow here was decent, but on the
other side of Mount Wundagore, it must have been quite harsh. The mountain,
though always shrouded in mist and mystery, was a steadfast landmark of this
town, and a protector from terrible weather, blocking harsh winds from the
North from traveling down.
"Yes, of course," he replied curtly, and said his goodbyes to their father and
distraught mother, who worried for her children. It would only be one night,
and already nervous. Well, no one could fault her for being a distant mother.
Heading towards Wanda's room, Pietro knocked lightly on the open door, drawing
her attention. "Wanda, they're going to be gone for the night. They said that
the weather wasn't very good," he explained, moving to sit on the edge of her
bed.
Wanda seemed unshaken, and shrugged her shoulders disinterestedly. "Okay," she
responded before returning to her homework, scribbling something quickly. "Stay
with me?"
Smiling faintly, settled against her bed, leaning back until his shoulders met
the wall. "Always."
Silently, he waited, flipping through a discarded novel until she was finished
with her work, and placed it to the side with a noisy shuffling of paper, meant
to draw his attention.
"Done?" She chuckled, gesturing to his scattered papers. A wide grin was on her
face as she moved to settle herself on his lap.
A quick kiss was his answer as her arms wound around his shoulders and her
knees came to rest at either side of his hips. "So, what was that about mama
and papa not being around?" she teased, nuzzling herself against him lightly.
"What, you weren't listening?" he teased, kissing her softly on her lips.
"I did, and I heard what I wanted to know. Homework is done, and no parents...
That gives us all the time we need for some fun," she chuckled in his ear,
dipping her head to lightly nip the lobe.
Tutting, he smirked at her. "I don't know why I'm shocked every time this
happens."
"Perhaps you like to be surprised, my brother," Wanda teased, her teeth
flashing as she shot him a quick grin before leaning in for a deep kiss.
"Perhaps I do."
"But just think of it. All night, just to ourselves. No parents? Loud as we
want," she whispered, almost purring as she tousled her fingers through his
hair, "No doors either."
"As if we've ever touched each other like that while they were in the house,"
Pietro scoffed, smirking slightly at the suggestion, "But I'm perfectly fine
with loud."
Nervous, she swallowed the lump in her throat, heart thudding anxiously in her
breast. "And what about sex? I don't mean touching, I don't mean oral. I mean
actual sex," she almost whispered, fingers scraping along the sides of her
leggings.
Pietro was stunned, to say the least. Audible gulping could be heard as he
pushed back for a moment to discern the situation, eyes nervously flitting over
her form. "What?" was the only thing that he seems capable of asking.
"I don't want to just masturbate. I want to make love with you. We have all
night, it might be our only opportunity," she whispered hoarsely. Had she made
a fatal error? He seemed terrified, trembling somewhat in place.
"Wanda, we can't just... Convenience doesn't mean it's a good idea. I'm fine
with waiting. I could wait forever for you," he rasped, face red and eyes blown
wide.
"It isn't about convenience. It's about me wanting to have sex with you. I've
thought about it, and I want it," she responded, shifting in her spot. One
could only hope she hasn't driven him off with her boldness.
For a moment, he was stunned speechless, nothing said, until he spoke up,
weakly asking, "Are you sure? That's a bit of a hard line."
Relaxing, she gave a brief sigh and inched towards him, palm extended in
offering for his own to take. "Yes. I'm positive. I've thought about this for a
long time, and I'm ready now."
Smiling wryly, he took her hand, kissing her knuckles. "And however long you've
thought of it, I have too. We're the same soul, you and I," he said gently,
lifting her hand to kiss each fingertip one by one.
"That we are," she answered.
Momentarily, she pulled back, and Pietro dropped her hand, allowing her
complete freedom to begin undressing.
There was a palpable thrum, like electricity, in the air that night. It was so
familiar, yet entirely new, she thought, as he looked over the expanses of
flesh she exposed as though he was viewing it for the first time in his life.
Top and skirts were flung haplessly to the side, followed by her tights,
leaving her nearly bare.
Pietro was silent, eyes locked on her own, no longer exploring, and instead
completely still as he held her gaze, occasionally flitting to her lips.
Almost in a trance from his hypnotic gaze, Wanda ran a hand down his shoulder,
bringing herself back to reality. "You okay? You seem locked in your own head,"
she asked, snapping him from his delirium.
"Mm? Oh, just thinking," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Are you
certain? Wanda, if we do this, we can't pretend it didn't happen. In the back
of our minds, I think we will always know. I mean, I don't think I would ever
be able to look at another woman and not be unable to compare her to you."
"And if that's what I want? What if I want to know you're mine? If we ever
part, if that dreadful day ever comes, I too would never be able to be with
another man, and not see you. And I'm more than alright with that," Wanda
responded as she moved slowly closer towards him. Long arms wound around his
shoulders, she gave him a gentle kiss. "And what about you?"
"As if I would ever want another," he scoffed, grinning faintly.
Moving to follow her lead, his trousers were the first to go, to reveal he was
sporting a hard on already, and his shirt was tossed carelessly off to the
side. Leaning in, he moved to caress her shoulder, and carefully placed a kiss
over her bra strap, grinning as he plucked at it with his teeth.
"You think they have condoms?" he blurted suddenly, "We aren't really going to
be doing anything unless we've got them."
A sly smile on her lips, Wanda gestured to her bedside dresser. "I don't know
about them, but I do."
Pietro gave an amused huff at that, and opened the dresser, sure enough, there
was a new package of condoms in her dresser, hidden beneath her neatly folded
socks. "And why would you need these?" he joked, dropping the package to the
side for easy access.
"I told you, I've been thinking about this," she responded, kissing him firmly.
With a bit of fumbling and clumsy undressing, Pietro managed to finally put the
condom on properly before turning to her, hands shaking as he traced her panty
line.
"So, we're really going to do this? You sure?" he asked again.
He was beaming with affection and nothing but unadulterated love, and Wanda
couldn't help but melt a bit, a faint, almost wry smile on her lips. "Of
course. Be gentle?"
Winking, he quickly responded, "Of course."
With a heavy pulse and excitement building in her veins, she began to shift
back on her bed, panties kicked off as she went, and knees trembling in both
excitement and anxiety.
Capturing her knees in his hands, Pietro ran a soothing thumb over the jutted
bone, a goofy grin on his face as his hands began a slow, agonizingly arousing
trek up her skin, pausing just beneath her still clothed breasts. "Can I take
this off, or do you want it?" he asked, pinching the fabric lightly.
"You've seen me without it many times prior," Wanda teased, voice thick with
desire and almost foreign to her own ears.
It sent noticeable shivers down his spine, which she could feel against her
palms as they rested over his hips. The bra was gone soon after, leaving them
both entirely exposed, but not afraid.
Without a word, he cupped her jaw in his hands, drawing her in for a heated
kiss as he settled himself between her thighs.
"Do either of us know what we're doing?" Pietro chuckled, a brow quirked as he
spoke.
"Not a damn clue," she replied, laughing airily and locking her knees around
his hips. "Besides, what would you have us do? Part ways so we could learn
how?"
"There's an idea. You sleep with a bunch of guys at school, I sleep with a
bunch of girls, and we reconvene with our newfound information," he joked,
kissing her nose softly.
"As if I would. They aren't you," she admitted quite honestly.
Lips quirking and expression softening, he tenderly reached forward to grasp
her hands. "I couldn't either."
Kissing sweetly, they moved themselves back against the mattress, attempting to
position themselves properly. With a bit of searching, mostly on Pietro's part,
they managed to angle themselves in a place where they could have the activity
go underway.
"Ready?" he asked, squeezing her hand.
Squeezing back, she nodded. "Ready."
With deep breaths, they slowly began to push their hips, until he was fully
within her. Wanda couldn't help but note just how perfectly they seemed to fit.
The concave of her rather thin and bony hips seemed to be formed for his own,
creating a perfect complementary piece.
Slowly, Pietro began to withdraw, fingers laced with her own, and equally as
slowly press back into her, drawing a gasp from his lips.
Together they moved, him with quick, short thrusts, and her with languid, drawn
out rocking against him.
Wanda wasn't exactly sure what she had expected when they had started, but she
was almost certain she wouldn't come. Yet he had managed to surprise her.
Somehow, the angle of his hips and the drag of his pubic bone against her,
stimulating her clit, had managed to drag her into orgasm, and she shuddered
around him quietly as she did.
Pietro followed her quickly, a long grunt signifying his release. Collapsing,
he caught himself for a moment before rolling off her, breathing heavily as he
looked at her, affection dancing in his eyes. Quietly, he slid off the bed,
tossing the condom into the trash.
"That will have to be disposed of before mother and father are back, but that
should do for now," he mentioned sheepishly, blushing faintly.
The clock rang out midnight, the chimes echoing from the long abandoned clock
in the center of town, the ringing of bells following in its wake. At the
twelfth chime, Pietro shifted, a faint whisper in her ear following, "Wanda?"
"Hmm?" Slowly, she rolled to face him, lips lightly pouted as she searched his
face.
Pietro leaned in close, stroking her hair back so he could observe her, eyes
glittering in the low moonlight. "Happy first anniversary."
Wanda grinned, arms akimbo as she dragged him in for a tight embrace and her
thighs twined with his. "Happy first anniversary."
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