The most important thing in all this twincest - never cross the line. And it's not even what you think it is. The point is not to get lost in each other, or one day you`ll wake up with your hands glued to the hands of your brother so that they have grown together firmly and can`t be divided.
Wanda knows the secret of happy relationship - get under the skin, get lost inside, and then retreat. And she retreats when it`s necessary. In a sense, their relationship reminds of a never-ending dance, they are drawn to each other, thrown into a whirlpool of touches and caressing, but then diverge to take a breath, stay and assess the damage.
Sometimes they hurt each other. Sometimes even on purpose. Even average lovers can hurt each other, let alone of the twins, bound so tightly that they can hear each other`s thoughts. Wanda is teasing her brother. Pietro is teasing his sister. They deliberately hurt each other, as if testing, though partially joking.
Wanda prepares a very especially vindictive gift for Pietro`s birthday. She stands in front of their house at the driveway, leaning on a brand-new expensive black motorcycle and meets her brother with a smile.
-Well, what a useless piece of scrap metal have you brought me, Wanda? - Pietro snorts with annoyance. He knows that`s an expensive bike. Very expensive. So expensive that she to fuck with other people's brains pretty much to get it. But for him this is just a worthless piece of metal. He is faster, much faster, although light reflected from the black surface of the motorcycle, smooth and faint, fascinates him. After all, though he is a big boy, he still likes expensive toys. - If you want to ride with me, you just have to ask.
Wanda pouts lips and sticks out tongue, then she runs fingers over the seat and her black nails merge with a smooth surface. Pietro flinches, and Wanda`s image merges with the image of this black baby somewhere deep in the depths of the brain. Oh he would definitely like to be on top of it. He could even name it - Wanda.
-Oh, maybe I just want you to look a little more like normal. In public. - Wanda leans back, smiling.
-And I wish you, baby sister, to lose all your super-fucking-abilities, just for a day, and then we'll see would you like to be normal. Okay, lose your arrogance at least. - Pietro shook his head. He knows he can`t be angry at her. - Come here, baby sis. - He holds out his hands and waits for Wanda to come to him.
She moves away from the bike and comes closer, hugging his neck, calm and still with her face buried in his chest. Her scent enwraps him, moving to some absurd-happy state of mind. Pietro picks her up and carries back into the house. Wanda does not even flinch when turns out to be in the living room, Pietro seats her on dining table, his fingers caress the skin of her thighs - little patch of bare skin between the dress and stockings, and she wants to bite lip.
He disappears upstairs and returns with a box in his hands. Then opens it and draws blood-red shoes with long, thin stilettos. The spike heel is decorated with sharp vine thorns.
She will never put them on. One step - and she will meet the ground much earlier than planned.
Pietro unlaces her boots and pulls off; they fall with a loud noise, he caresses her bare feet and then puts new shoes on and buckles.
Wanda can`t retreat, so she stands off the table. These shoes are absolutely beautiful. They make her weak, dependent of the brother, clinging to his arm.
Wanda looks at Pietro, imagining her with these shoes on when she will put her legs on his shoulders.
He is much faster than the motorcycle in front of the house. She doesn`t wear things that restrain movements.
They look at each other smiling, united by this little secret, and then break into each other, frantically hugging and kissing each other. Wanda scratches his skin insatiably, nails digging into his shoulders. Pietro leaves bites, kissing her neck, and then tilts on the table.
Yes, birthday gifts - damn fucking great thing.
Especially so close to the line.
