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Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 16:10:04 -0400
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The Sisterhood Of Mutants

   by Ann Douglas

   (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

   Part Two

   "Wanda," Jean said with all the sincerity she would have used had the
girl sitting across from her been her oldest, dearest friend, "your brother
is wrong.  There's nothing wrong with the feelings you had for that girl,
or for anyone.  No one has the right to tell anyone how to live their life.
Not Pietro, not Magnus, not even me.  Only you can make that decision."

   Wanda was taken back by Jean's words.  The thought that there was
nothing wrong with the feelings that had haunted her for the past few years
was only slightly harder to accept than the even more incredible concept
that Pietro could be wrong about anything.  In her whole life, she would
never even have suggested such a thing.

   Yet, also in her whole life, she never wanted anything so much as Jean's
last statement to be true.  Not so much that Pietro had been wrong, but
that her feelings had been right.  Those feelings, more than her mutant
abilities, had made her feel a stranger in a strange land.

   "Have you ever had feelings like that?" Wanda asked hesitantly.

   "More than just feelings," Jean answered without pause.  "I've had
lovers of both sexes."

   Jean's revelation and the ease with which she admitted it caused a wall
to shatter in Wanda's mind.  Pietro had indeed been wrong.  There was
nothing wrong with what she had so desired.

   "Do you think I am pretty?" Wanda asked somewhat unexpectedly.

   "No, I don't think you are pretty," Jean replied, causing Wanda's heart
to sink for a heartbeat.  "I think you are as beautiful as any woman I've
ever known."

   Wanda's heart soared twice the distance it had sunk.  No one had ever
said such a thing to her, at least not with such genuine feeling.

   "Can I kiss you?" she asked Jean, her voice filled with a mixture of
both excitement and hesitation.

   "Oh yes," Jean replied without pause as she brought her lips to Wanda's.

   The softness of Wanda's mouth against her own sent a rush of excitement
through Jean's body.  They kissed softly at first, then harder as each gave
in to a hunger long unsatisfied.  Feeling no resistance to the press of her
tongue, Jean applied a little more pressure and slipped it into the younger
woman's mouth.

   The thrill Jean felt, intense as it was, paled next to the one that
filled Wanda.  Memories of her first touch of another girl returned to her
thoughts, only to be instantly eclipsed by the reality of her second. 
Eagerly she accepted the touch of Jean's tongue, reaching out with her own
to massage it gently.

   The two young women connected in a way neither would have thought
possible.  The fight a short time ago, which might even still be going on
beyond these stone walls, was forgotten.  The only world that existed at
this moment, was that within the half finished chamber.  A world with the
two of them the only inhabitants.

   Like the teenagers they really were under their public identities, they
shared kisses as if they were in the back of a late night double feature.
An experience that Jean was quite familiar with, but one totally alien to
Wanda.  Nevertheless, she took to it with boundless enthusiasm.

   Yellow and scarlet gloves were quickly tossed to the floor as searching
hands explored firm bodies.  Other pieces of their colorful uniforms soon
joined the accessories, exposing more and more bare flesh to their touch.

   Jean let out a loud sigh of deep appreciation as she telekinetically
undid the swimsuit like top of Wanda's uniform.  Wanda's breasts were as
perfect as they were large, each capped by thick dark nipples that begged
to be sucked.

   A desire that Jean was quick to act upon as fast as she could remove
both the suit and the body stocking beneath it.

   The taste of the European girl's skin in her mouth was like ambrosia of
the Gods to the American as she drew Wanda deep within her.  The dark
haired seventeen year old moaned with delight as she savored the touch of
Jean's tongue and lips.  It had been so long since her mounds felt a touch
other than her own and she swore a new oath to herself that it would never
be so long again.

   Even lacking Marvel Girl's telekinetic advantage, the Scarlet Witch
quickly stripped Jean of her X-Man uniform.  In no time at all, they were
both down to just a pair of panties.  Locating a blanket among the stored
supplies, they spread it out on a clear section of the barren floor.  They
laid themselves down in the center of it.

   Wanda let out a soft cry as Jean climbed on top of her, pressing her
down onto the cold floor.  The X-Man's lips pressed against hers, her
tongue reaching deep.  The red haired dynamo seemed to be everywhere at
once.  Wanda felt the touch of the girl's hands and lips on every part of
her naked body.  On her lips, her face, and against her soft breasts.  It
filled her with a overwhelming desire to reciprocate.

   Jean's round orbs were smaller than Wanda's, but just as appreciated as
the taller woman pressed her face deep between them.  With childish abandon
the Scarlet Witch ran her tongue around the small pink circles, then took
the tiny tips in her mouth.

   The intensity of their encounter increased as they went on, their
panties finally joining the growing piles of mixed clothing.  Jean's bright
red bush was revealed to be small, and tightly trimmed.  Stark contrast to
Wanda's, who like many European women didn't cut her body hair.  Her dark
mound stretched almost from leg to leg.

   A barrier that didn't give Jean a moment's pause as she moved between
Wanda's legs and pressed her tongue deep within the center of the hirsute
mound.  Using a gentle telekinetic touch to part the way, she quickly found
her way to Wanda's excited clitoris.

   Nothing in Wanda's all too little sexual experience could've prepared
her for the sudden rush that ripped her body as Jean tickled her clitoris
with her nimble tongue.  Unable to control herself, the black haired woman
let out a shout of pure joy.

   Following Jean's example, Wanda reached out with her own tongue to
discover the sweet necter of the X-Man's sex.  Her first taste of another
woman caused her heart to race like never before.  Not even in the midst of
mortal combat had she ever felt such excitement.

   The two women pressed their bodies harder together as they drank deep of
the other's desire.  Jean was more skilled in the task, but Wanda's
exuberance made up for the difference.  The fire raged within both of them
until finally it surged within one.

   Jean grabbed both of Wanda's legs and pressed herself even deeper within
her.  Using her telekinesis to support the weight of Wanda's body, she
lifted her off the floor until Jean was standing her full height and like
the witches of legend, the Scarlet Witch floated in the empty air.

   The feeling of weightlessness added to Wanda's euphoria as for the first
time in her life she felt an orgasm building within her that hadn't been
the result of her own hand.  Like a thousand tiny fingers, the telekinetic
field surrounding her caressed her naked body.

   It was almost more than she could stand, as the dams holding back her
orgasm finally burst under the irresistible pressure.  Wanda was in heaven,
or as close as a mere mortal could ever be.  Every inch of her body was
alive with a passion she had only dreamed of.

   It was a passage between the woman she was and the woman she could be.
No matter what life presented her with in the future, this moment would be
forever with her.

   Even while spending most of her energies pleasing Wanda, Jean hadn't
neglected her own needs.  With her telekinesis holding her new love, the
redhead had been able to use a free hand to manipulate her own sex.  Years
of familiarity with her body had allowed her to quickly catch up and have
her own climax while Wanda was basking in the aftermath of her own.

   It was a small orgasm as compared to that which had just shattered
Wanda's innocence, but one which pleased Jean nevertheless.  She had always
been a giver rather than a taker, and she had just given her new friend one
of the greatest gifts possible.

   "I never believed it could be like that," Wanda gasped as she steadied
herself after Jean lowered her back to the ground.  "I could kill Pietro
for keeping that from me."

   "There's no need to go that far," Jean smiled as she leaned forward and
kissed Wanda softly on her lips.  "Better to concentrate on the future and
the changes that you can make in it."

   Wanda threw her arms around Jean and pulled their sweat soaked bodies
together.  She returned Jean's kiss threefold as she ran her hands up and
down her back.

   "Can we do that again?" she asked

   I think that maybe we should first...."

   << Marvel Girl!  >>

   Startled by the sudden telepathic contact, Jean broke Wanda's embrace.

   "Oh God!" she gasped as reality returned with an awesome solidity.

   "What's wrong?" a confused Wanda asked as Jean reached down and grabbed
her costume off the floor.

   << Professor?  >> Jean said with her thoughts in response.

   << Jean,>> the disembodied voice of Charles Xavier said in her mind, <<
the X-Men are clearing the landslide.  They will be through to you in a few
minutes.>>

   Turning to look at the door, Jean could see patches of ice forming on
some of the largest boulders and as she listened, the sound of Scott's
optic blasts firing beyond.  Experience told her that the blockage would be
gone in only a minute or two.

   "The X-Men are outside," she told Wanda.  "We'd better be dressed when
they get in here or we're going to have a lot of explaining to do."

   Fortunately, they both took less time dressing than the reverse and by
the time the last barrier crumbled, both women were at least covered.  The
earlier battle and cave in could easily explain any dishevelment.

   As the two recent lovers stepped into the light of the dying day, the
remaining X-Men moved to circle the Scarlet Witch.  She was still a member
of Magneto's Brotherhood of Mutants and a potential threat.  Cyclops, the
field leader of the team, motioned for Marvel Girl to get out of the line
of fire.

   "No, Scott," she said with a firm voice, keeping herself between Wanda
and his field of fire.  "We're letting her leave."

   "Jean, have you lost your mind?" Scott said, sure the Witch had done
something to her.  "She's one of them.  We can't just ..."

   << Yes we can, Scott, >> the voice of Professor X now echoed in the
thoughts of all the X-Men.  << You will honor Jean's request and let the
Scarlet Witch go.  >>

   << I don't understand, Professor, >> Scott thought into the link, << but
if you say so.  >>

   The team leader motioned for the X-Men to follow him back to their
transport.  Jean said that he should go on ahead and that she would follow
in a few minutes.  Cyclops wasn't happy with that idea either.  If it
hadn't been for the mental intervention of the Professor, Scott would've
insisted that she head back with the rest of the group.

   Jean waited until the men were out of sight before turning back to
Wanda. A broad smile filled both their faces as they held hands.

   "Do you have a way to get back?" Jean asked.

   "I have a signaler in my costume," Wanda replied.  "After you are all
gone, I'll set it off.  No matter what else has happened, Pietro will come
back for me."

   "Well I'm sure he's going to find some changes in your relationship,"
Jean commented.  "Changes he might not like."

   "That's what life is suppose to be all about, isn't it?" Wanda said. 
"Change."

   "I guess so." Jean said.  "So what will you do now?  You really can't
stay with Magneto.  You know that, don't you?"

   "I'm not sure what I'm going to do," came her reply.  "I have some
thinking to do."

   "You could come with us," Jean suggested.  "After all, we're all
mutants." "Don't you ever wonder what it would be like to live in a place
where the locals aren't organizing a lynch mob the second you walk through
the door?"

   "Become part of the X-Men?" Wanda answered.  "I don't think your
teammates would like that."

   "I guess you're right," Jean said as she reconsidered the suggestion in
light of Scott's reaction.  "But I do want you to promise me one thing."

   "Which would be?" asked Wanda.

   "What ever you decide to do," Jean said as she squeezed her hands.  "I
want you to promise me that you'll do it because it's what you want, not
what someone else says that you should do."

   "Oh I can promise you that," Wanda said, a iron determination in her
voice.

   Jean kissed her one last time before turning and walking down the path
the X-Men had taken.  She resisted the urge to look back, thinking that she
might not be able to leave if she did.

   Halfway back to the multi-use transport the X-Men used, Jean let her
thoughts reach out to the Professor once more.

   << At what point did you track me down?  >> she asked mentally,
wondering how much of what had happened between her and Wanda he had
observed.

   << I won't lie to you, Jean, >> he replied as she continued to walk.  <<
I never lost track of you to begin with.  >>

   << Then you were there the whole time?  >> she asked in shock.

   << I saw an opportunity for you to connect with the Scarlet Witch on a
more personal level.  She and her brother are different from the others who
have allied themselves with Magneto.  It never occurred to me that your
connection with her might reach such an intimate level.  >>

   << It didn't occur to me either, >> she replied.  << It's been a long
time since anyone's had an effect like that on me.  >>

   The Professor decided to reserve comment on that part of the discussion,
instead assuring his student that whatever he might or might not have
witnessed back in the cavern would remain between the two of them.

   << Do you think it made any real difference, Professor?  >> she asked as
she sighted the others in the clearing ahead.

   << We'll just have to wait and see, Jean.>> he concluded as he broke
contact.

   Sixteen months later ....

   It was one of those rare occasions when superhero groups got together
for something other than a crisis.  In this case, raising funds for the
Mayor's favorite charity.  The Fantastic Four were there, as were some of
the Avengers.  During a rare period of acceptance, even the X-Men had been
asked to attend.

   Showing off a new green dress with matching yellow gloves, boots and
mask that now served as her Marvel Girl costume, Jean demonstrated what
many considered an even more amazing talent than her mental skills.  Namely
the ability to turn the head of nearly every man in the room as she crossed
the ballroom, stopping at one table in particular.

   "Good afternoon," the red, white and blue garbed Avenger said as he
looked up from the autograph he'd been signing and smiled.  "Can I help
you?"

   Even without any kind of super powers, Captain America had to be the
most impressive man in the room.  The living legend of World War Two was
the embodiment of all that was best in humanity.  That, and the fact that
he had the most striking blue eyes that Marvel Girl had ever seen.

   It was hard to believe that he was actually older than her father.  A
twist of fate at the end of the war had preserved him in cryogenic
suspension for over twenty years.  For all appearances, he looked only a
few years older than Jean.

   "I just wanted to say hello to an old friend," Jean smiled as she turned
her attention from the Avenger leader to the red garbed woman sitting to
his left.  "It's good to see you again, Wanda." she said.

   The auburn haired woman's face lit up with a great warmth as she
returned the greeting.  She seemed much older than when they'd met that day
up in the Adirondacks, more mature and confident.  Her uniform had also
improved.  The basic design was the same, but now looked like it came from
the hands of a Fifth Avenue designer rather than the working of a simple
gypsy girl.

   "I like the new headpiece," Jean said, "it lets people see so much more
of your face."

   "Thank you," Wanda said.

   << And it's such a beautiful face,>> Jean added telepathically.  << You
should never hide it from anyone.  >>

   << Your mental skills have improved as well, >> Wanda thought back.  <<
I'm impressed.  >>

   << We've both grown.  >> Jean replied.

   "I love your hair," Jean said, switching back to voice.  "The color is
beautiful."

   "It was inspired by a dear friend," Wanda grinned.  "A reminder of all
life's possibilities."

   The small vocal exchange had caught the attention of Wanda's brother,
Pietro, sitting at the far end of the table.  He was now clad in a uniform
of sky blue, rather than the dark green he'd worn with the Brotherhood. 
True to his code name, Quicksilver was quick to associate the exchange with
the dramatic changes in his sister over the last year.  Changes he had not
approved of in the least.

   << I've thought of you often.  >> Jean beamed, ignoring the hostile
stare from the white haired mutant.

   << And I you, >> Wanda replied through the link.  << There were many
nights that I've missed you as well.  >>

   << And I you, >> Jean replied.  << Imagine, my Wanda, a member of the
Avengers.  >>

   << I wouldn't have had the courage to take control of my life if not for
you, >> Wanda said.

   << It was my pleasure, >> Jean grinned.  << After all, what else are
sisters for?  Besides, if we've learned nothing else, it's that there's
always tomorrow ...  or better yet, maybe tonight.  >>

   The two sisters shared a smile of understanding.  A smile that their
fellow heroes would never understand.

   End

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