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After the fifth knock, answered with silence, the door to Lorna's room opened with a slow creak. A head of black hair peeked in.
"Lorna, are you alright? You missed our training sess"
Wanda Maximoff paused in stunned confusion at Lorna, Mistress of Magnetism, sprawled out on her bed... watching television. Avengers Idol from the looks of it, a really silly program of ordinary people pretending to be different Avengers, singing songs they
thought fit their chosen Avenger. But, the content of the show wasn't as important to Wanda as how Lorna looked and behaved while watching it.
"Hey Wanda, I was feeling a little lazy and decided to spend the day laying in my bed." Every inch of Lorna's body was covered in her blanket, with a tell-tale little wet spot in the middle.
"What is that smell?" Wanda asked, nose crinkling, then eyes squinting when she saw a little action under the covers. "Wait a second... are you..."
"Yep. Got my hand in my pants," Lorna answered matter-of-factly.
"Lorna! I know it was rude of me to barge into your room, but that's just not right. You can't lie there all day... pleasuring... yourself in your underwear, especially not while you're talking with your half-sister."
"You're right, how silly of me." Those words from Lorna brought a sigh of relief out of Wanda, short-lived when the green-haired woman added, "Why keep clothes on when I can strut around in my birthday suit?"
To say Wanda was agasp at what unfolded before her would be an understatement. Lorna pushed the covers to her feet, unsnapping her bra and sliding it off to reveal her gorgeously buxom D-cups. The lowering of her panties showed off a trimmed green bush, visibly
moist from her self-fondling.
"Ah, you were right. Letting everything hang loose feels so much better."
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