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Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 16:10:03 -0400
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The Sisterhood Of Mutants

   by Ann Douglas

   (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

   The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual
activity.  It includes characters that are copyrighted by Marvel Comics. 
This story is intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of fans and should
be considered a parody .  No copyright infringement is intended and no
profit will be made from the distribution of this story.

   Part One

   Jean Grey was a mutant, a fact she had known since she was eleven years
old.  The year previous to that, her telepathic abilities had unexpectedly
manifested themselves following the fatal injuring of her best friend in an
automobile accident.

   The shock of her friend dying in her arms had triggered latent talents
at an age where she was unable to handle them.  They caused her to become
withdrawn and depressed.

   It wasn't until her parents had sought out the aid of Professor Charles
Xavier, an expert on mental trauma suggested by her doctor, that she was
able to emerge from the introverted state she had retreated into.

   Unknown to her parents, Charles Xavier was also a mutant, possibly the
most powerful telepath the world had ever known.  Using his own abilities,
he helped Jean set up psychic shields in her mind.  A safeguard until the
day when she would be mature enough to handle her powers.  Additionally, he
taught her to utilize her lesser telekinetic ability which had also began
to emerge.

   Years later, under the cover of Professor Xavier's School For Gifted
Youngsters, Xavier began a top secret program to help other young mutants.
A now teenage Jean had become one of his original students.  Students who
come to be known to the world as the superhero team called the X-Men.

   Charles Xavier dreamed of a world where normal people didn't fear
mutants and believed the best way to carry that out was to use their
abilities to help mankind.  Unfortunately, it was a dream not shared by all
mutants.

   Erik Magnus Lensherr was also a mutant with great powers.  In his case,
the total control of magnetic forces.  Like Charles Xavier, Magnus, as he
was sometimes known, also dreamed of a world where mutants could live
without fear.  How to achieve that goal was where the two men differed.

   Before the emergence of his powers, Erik Lensherr had spent part of his
childhood in a Nazi concentration camp.  There he watched his family killed
for no reason other than the circumstances of their birth.  When his
awesome magnetic abilities manifested themselves, he swore that he'd
prevent a similar fate among his fellow mutants.  Safety, he believed,
would only be possible when mutants were the ones in control.

   To help attain that goal, he had established his own Brotherhood of
Mutants.  A title quickly changed by the world media, which viewed him and
his band as just one more group of terrorists, to the Brotherhood of Evil
Mutants.

   The battle in progress between the X-Men and the Brotherhood had erupted
when the young mutant superhero group had tracked down its counterpart to a
new base in the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York.  Aside from
stopping whatever new plan of conquest they might have, their secondary
mission was always to try if possible, to convince any of the Brotherhood
to leave Magneto, as Magnus was known to the world.

   One problem with that secondary mission was that, unlike Professor X,
the mantle Xavier used as mentor to the heroes, Magneto hadn't limited his
group to newly emerging mutants.  The core of the Brotherhood were adult
mutants who had already made the decision to use their powers to live
outside society.  As such, they had little use for the younger mutants
idealism.

   Clad in the blue and yellow spandex that made up the uniform all the
X-Men wore, Jean, used the code name Marvel Girl.  The rest of the X-Men
consisted of Scott Summers, code named Cyclops, who could project force
beams from his eyes.  Warren Worthington III, whose natural wings attested
to his handle of Angel.  A bare footed Hank McCoy earned the name Beast
through his seemingly unlimited gymnastic skills, hiding the fact that he
was a certified genius beneath his mask as well.  The last and youngest
member of the group was Bobby Drake, whose ability to become a living
snowman and produce constructs made of ice, made his code name of Iceman a
natural.

   The battle between the X-Men and the Brotherhood was winding down, with
one of Magneto's band, The Toad, already having left for safer locales. 
Thankfully, Magneto hadn't been at the unfinished base or the fight might
be ending very differently.  It was enough that their new secret base had
been compromised and whatever plan they had for it was done before it
started.

   Separated from the others, Marvel Girl came across what appeared to be a
secondary entrance to the Brotherhood base carved into the mountainside. 
Moving closer to investigate, she was surprised by the appearance of the
Scarlet Witch, a member of the Brotherhood.  Only a dozen feet separated
the two young women.

   Keeping with Professor Xavier's oft-stated wishes, Marvel Girl decided
to try and reason with the so called "evil-mutant".  Before she could say a
word, the woman in scarlet raised her hands in a threatening gesture, a
glow of phosphorescent energy forming around her fingertips.

   Experience had taught Jean what the Scarlet Witch's hex spheres were
capable of, and she had no wish to be on the receiving end of one.  Long
hours of training in the Danger Room came into play and Marvel Girl
automatically defended herself.

   Using her telekinesis, she lifted a large mound of dirt off the ground
and hurled it at her adversary.  A second burst of mental energy shattered
the mound, filling the air with a blinding cloud of dust.

   Her adversary reacted instinctively.  Lifting her arms to protect her
eyes, she sent her energy burst almost straight upward, impacting on the
side of the mountain.  More than a simple energy beam, the hex bolts had
the capability to disrupt reality and alter probabilities, making the
seemingly impossible, possible.  In this case, causing what should've been
a solid rock face to suddenly age and crumble, causing an avalanche.

   Moments before the shower of rock could come crashing down on their
heads, Marvel Girl dove toward the still open door to the base.  As she
moved, she paused just long enough to grab the still blinded Scarlet Witch
and pull her to safety as well.

   Accompanied by a deafening roar, a billowing cloud of dust followed them
into the chamber.  When the noise and dust finally settled, Marvel Girl
could see that the small entrance was totally blocked.  The size and weight
of the boulders made it evident that her still limited telekinetic powers
were not going to be enough to get them out of there.

   "You saved my life?" the young woman behind Marvel Girl said, her tone
indicating more of a question than a simple statement.

   "Yes," Marvel Girl replied.

   "Why would you do that?" the Scarlet Witch asked further.

   Marvel Girl seemed dumbfounded by the question.  It was such a strange
thing for anyone to ask.  After thinking about it for a few seconds, she
gave the only answer she could think of.

   "Because we're heroes," she smiled, "that's what we do."

   The Scarlet Witch stood silent as she tried to understand that answer,
giving Marvel Girl perhaps her first real opportunity to observe the other
woman.  The Mistress of the Hex was younger than Jean had originally
imagined.  Maybe even younger then her own eighteen years.  Her accent was
definitely east European, laced with an autocratic flair.

   Standing only an inch more than Jean's five foot six, the black haired
woman outweighed the slim X-Man by a good twenty-five pounds.  A
considerable amount of which seemed concentrated in a considerable and
highly visible bustline.  Her costume, which in keeping with her name was
various shades of scarlet, seemed to consist of a one-piece bathing suit
worn over a sheer body stocking.  Short boots, arm length gloves and a face
framing headgear completed the outfit.

   The east European woman also took advantage of the brief pause to look
over her rescuer.  With Jean's face covered by a dark blue cowl and her
smaller build concealed by the unisex costume that all the X-Men wore, her
original belief was that she had been facing a man.  Only now did she
notice the long red hair that stuck out of the back of Marvel Girl's mask.

   "Thank you," the Scarlet Witch finally said.

   "You're welcome," Jean smiled.

   Marvel Girl shifted her gaze from the Scarlet Witch to the blocked
doorway.  Small patches of light were visible, so thankfully fresh air
wasn't going to be a problem.

   "It looks like we might be here a little while," she said to her
reluctant companion.  "Unless there's another way out of here that you know
about?"

   "I believe this was intended to be a storeroom," came the reply.  "It
hasn't been connected to any of the other rooms yet."

   A quick survey of the chamber proved the Scarlet Witch correct.  There
was no connecting door to the rest of the half completed base.  Marvel Girl
pulled up an empty crate and sat down on it.  Pulling off her cowl, she
shook her hair free and tried to make herself as comfortable as possible.

   "Since we're going to be here for a while, we might as well relax," she
said.  "Eventually the rest of the X-Men will come looking for me and get
us out of here."

   In her mind's eye she could already imagine Cyclops using his force
blasts to surgically cut away the rocky obstructions.  What puzzled her was
the fact that she hadn't heard from the Professor since she'd become
trapped.  Normally he maintained a telepathic rapport with his students
when in the field.  She had mentally called out to him earlier with no
response.  Her own telepathic ability was still limited by the psychic
dampers he had placed on her years before.

   "Perhaps I can move the stones," the Scarlet Witch suggested as she
stepped toward the doorway and raised her hands.

   "Wait a second," Marvel Girl called out as she jumped back to her feet.
"How much real control do you have over what happens when you let go once
of those hex bursts, or whatever you call them?"

   The Scarlet Witch seemed surprised by the question.  The others in the
Brotherhood always seemed more interested in the destructive value of her
chaos bombs rather then the level of her control.

   "I can usually control what happens about twenty percent of the time,"
she answered.

   "Then there's an eighty percent chance that you might just as easily
bring the rest of the roof down on us," Marvel Girl replied.  "I'd just as
soon not be crushed to death.  It would just ruin the rest of my day."

   When she had envisioned Scott cutting them out, she also pictured Bobby
using his ice forming skills to brace the frame at the same time.

   The Scarlet Witch paused for a moment, the look on her face indicating
that she wasn't happy with other people giving her orders.  Jean could tell
that she was considering her words.  Then she slowly lowered her hands and
agreed to wait.

   "So what do we do while we wait?" she asked.

   "We could talk," Jean suggested.  "It's not every day that I get to talk
to a super-villain."

   "I am not a villain!" the Scarlet Witch snapped back.

   "All right then," Jean replied, a little surprised at the strength of
the other woman's passionate denial.  "Why don't we just leave all the
labels at the door.  My name is Jean."

   "Wanda," was her reply as she removed her headgear.

   "So Wanda, how did you wind up a member of the Brotherhood of Mutants?"
Jean asked, being careful to leave Evil out of the title.

   Wanda collected her thoughts and then began a tale that soon had Jean
spellbound.  The young woman, who Jean now learned was indeed a year
younger than her, had been born in the tiny East European country of
Transia.

   Orphaned at an early age, she and her twin brother, Pietro, had wandered
the countryside, surviving as best as they could.  Then, as what seemed a
common story as far as mutants where concerned, their powers appeared soon
after puberty.

   Pietro discovered that he could move at blinding speeds, sometimes too
fast to even be seen.  Wanda on the other hand, seemed cursed with the
ability to cause disasters.  Always overly protective of his twin sister,
Pietro had used his newfound speed to protect her as well as steal what
they needed.

   Then came the day when Wanda accidentally used her powers and set fire
to part of the village they were staying in.  The angry crowd that attacked
them was too much even for Pietro.  A leg injury negated his speed and when
they were cornered, the mob seemed prepared to inflict far worse on the two
of them.

   Thinking that the whole thing was like a scene out of an old
Frankenstein movie, right down to the torches, Jean couldn't help but
compare it to her own early years.  What would her life be like now if not
for Professor Xavier?  Would she have would up an inmate in some mental
institution, driven insane by the thoughts of others?

   Then, just as all seemed lost, Magnus appeared.  Magnetically he
disarmed the mob and rescued the two of them.  Explaining that they were
mutants, he charged them with their obedience as the price of their rescue.

   Driven by a strong sense of honor, Pietro had quickly agreed for both of
them.  Given the names of Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch, they had
become part of the Brotherhood.

   As she listened to Wanda finish her story, Jean couldn't help but think
that if she had been in her place, she would've probably followed Magnus as
well.  She knew from her own experience that she would've done just about
anything Charles Xavier had asked of her.

   Much to Jean's surprise, Wanda continued to go on after she had finished
her story.  The redhead got the impression that as the only female member
of the Brotherhood, Wanda didn't get much of a chance to talk to other
women.  As the only woman in the X-Men, Jean could well sympathize.  She,
however, at least had girlfriends outside of the school.  Wanda, on the
other hand, seemed to have no one but her brother.  And there were some
things she just couldn't talk to him about.

   "Do you fear the other X-Men?" Wanda asked.

   "I don't understand," Jean replied.  "Why would I fear them?"

   "They are men, you are a woman," she went on.  "Do they not try and make
demands of you?"

   Jean suddenly understood.  Wanda was talking about sexual demands.  Once
and a while, she would catch one of the guys checking her out, especially
Warren.  In fact, he had asked her out more times than she cared to count.
But that was just Warren being Warren.

   When you're born rich and good looking, success with women tends to come
pretty easy.  Still, when she had said no, he had taken that as no.  Jean
wasn't a virgin, but she decided that sleeping with one of her teammates
might cause too much jealousy among the rest.

   "No, they don't," Jean finally answered.  "But from your question I
assume that it's different in the Brotherhood."

   "The Toad is always looking at me with lustful eyes," Wanda said, a
statement Jean could well understand given the soft curves and generous
endowments of the Witch's body, "but that is something I can deal with."

   "But the others?" Jean asked.

   "Mastermind is the worst," Wanda explained.  "When Magnus isn't around,
he makes the most lewd suggestions to me.  He describes in graphic terms
sexual practices that I could never have imagined on my own.  Much less
than I would ever do them.  If Pietro knew of the things he said to me, I
think he would try to kill him."

   Listening to Wanda speak, Jean got the impression that the younger woman
had led a very lonely life.  As they went on, Jean became aware that Wanda
was now looking at her with a strange gleam in her eyes.  It was a look
Jean had seen before.

   Prior to transferring to the Xavier School, Jean had attended one of the
most prestigious all girl academies in the state.  Among her classmates had
been girls looking for a much closer relationship than just friendship.  As
one of the most attractive girls in the school, Jean had found herself on
the receiving end of not a few such offers.  Not all of them had been
rejected.

   Wanda was saying something about how much she liked Jean's hair,
especially the color, but the older woman was only half-listening. 
Instead, she was pondering a question that, if asked , might just provoke a
hostile response from the Scarlet Witch.

   Curiosity finally won out and she interrupted Wanda and asked, "Wanda,
are you still a virgin?"

   There was a long pause and an angry look filled Wanda's face.  For a few
brief seconds, Jean worried that the question had indeed provoked the
powerful woman and prepared to defend herself if needed.  It didn't come to
that as the expression on Wanda's face softened and her body seemed to
ease. In response, Jean's body relaxed as well.

   "I have never been intimate with a man," she said.

   The lack of a simple no answer prompted Jean to ask another question,
one even more likely to produce a negative reaction.  Jean was guessing
however that it wouldn't.

   "Have you ever been intimate with another woman?"

   This time the pause between question and answer was even longer, but not
accompanied by an angry flush in Wanda's face.  She didn't seem reluctant
to answer, just unsure how.  Finally a different expression did form, one
which Jean could only take as embarrassment.

   Wanda finally admitted to having been intimate with a girl her age in
one of the villages they lived in before joining Magnus.  They had been
discovered by Pietro who had undertaken a super-speed search for his sister
when she had failed to arrive home before sunset.

   Upon finding the two teenage girls both in a state of undress and in
each other's arms, her twin had gone into a rage.  One so furious that it
had sent Wanda's friend running into the night, fearful for her safety. 
Pietro had warned her that if she ever spoke to anyone of what she and his
sister had done, she would live to regret it.

   As angry as the man who would later be called Quicksilver had been with
the scared farm girl, he was even more enraged with the girl who shared his
blood.  How dare she, he had thundered in a loud, booming voice, how dare
she embarrass him by committing such an unnatural act.  This was what
happened when he let her act on her own.  He made her swear that night on
the graves of their unknown parents that she would never do such a thing
again.

   Pietro had always been much more learned in the ways of the world and
had looked after his sister for as long as she could remember.  Even though
Wanda couldn't understand why it was so wrong for her to find comfort in
the arms of a girlfriend, she agreed to do as her brother insisted.

   To this day, Wanda had never repeated her indiscretion, not that Pietro
ever let her out of his sight long enough to even attempt it.  Still, no
vow or constant oversight could ever end the memory of that girl's touch,
or the dreams that filled many of Wanda's lonely nights.

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