Her Step Brother

"Bonding"

Clarke was drifting off to sleep when she heard her door knob turn. She should have locked her door before laying down, because she didn't feel like dealing with anyone.

Her covers were ripped away, her underwear on display.

"The fuck!"

Bellamy grinned, looking over her. "And here I thought you would be wearing what I told you to wear," he whispered.

She snatched her covers back, covering herself. "No, Bellamy. My days of seducing you are over. Get out of my fucking room."

Instead of leaving, Bellamy joined her on the bed. He slid under the covers too, reaching over and grabbing her laptop.

She groaned. "Bellamy. I don't want you in my room, much less my fucking bed."

"Why not? Are you afraid you won't be able to control yourself?" He teased.

"I hate you."

"You just tell yourself that because you want me but you know you can't have me."

She knew better. She knew he was testing her and pushing her, but she just couldn't ignore him. She raised up on her arm, looking down at him. "If I wanted you, I'd have you."

"Bullshit," he scoffed. "I told you two years ago, Princess. I don't do virgins."

She jerked her laptop away, sliding it to the foot of the bed. She straddled his lap, the covers sliding off to pool behind her.

His hands instinctively went to her hips. She leaned forward, her hands on his bare chest.

"And if I remember correctly," she whispered directly in his ear, his fingers digging into her hips. "I had you shaking in your bed, ready to do a virgin."

He grunted, rolling them over laying on top of her. Her legs wrapped around him, her hands gripping his shoulders.

"You're right," he admitted. "You did have me shaking." His hand slid up and down her thigh. "I wanted you. I won't lie. But, fuck, you were so innocent and pure," he rubbed her cheek.

She moved a hand between them, stopping her hand an inch from the very hard cóck pressing against her pelvis, causing him to suck in a breath. "Sorry to kill the image, but I'm not pure anymore." She shoved him back. "So, kindly get the fuck out before our parents find you in here."

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "We're just bonding," he shrugged. "We're watching Netflix together."

He rose from her bed, the tent in his pajama pants leaving nothing to he imagination. "Tell me something, Clarke."

"What?" She rose a brow.

"If our parents weren't married, tell me you'd be riding me right now."

"No," she shrugged. "Because you would probably be back at your college or staying with Marcus at his old house. And if you were, I wouldn't know this information because you and I weren't friends. I don't even have your phone number, Bellamy."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Wrong."

"And why do you say that?" She asked.

"Because if they hadn't gotten married, you never would have moved," he leaned down, his breath fanning her. "And if you hadn't moved, I would have changed my policy on virgins."

She was trembling.

"I taught you so much, Clarke," he whispered, barely brushing his lips against hers. "Imagine what else I could have taught you if we hadn't been interrupted."

Imagine it? She had been. For two years.

He kissed her hair, then ruffled it. "See ya."

She crossed her arms. She was angry because he was teasing her and agitating her on purpose. But to what end?

They couldn't sleep together, he was her step brother for Pete's sake. So, why even start this? A huge part of her was dying to tease him back, but she knew that was too dangerous.

So, instead, she opened her laptop back and stared at the screen, unable to sleep.

******
Clarke walked down the stairs the next morning, yawning and stretching. She had barely two hours of sleep and she was so not in the mood to be awake.

As quietly as she could manage, she made herself a mug of coffee, browsing the refrigerator for food, but coming up short. With a sigh, she went out to her car and opened her emergency sugar box, grabbing a few honey buns.

"Over sugared coffee and sugar filled treats for breakfast?" Bellamy spoke softly, stretching. "Champion right there."

"I'm not in the mood, Bell. See you in a few hours when I am fully awake and can properly deal with your crap."

"Snarky Princess," he chuckled. "Want some sausage?"

She raised a brow.

"Breakfast sausage, Perv," he laughed. "Biscuits?"

She was a little surprised, but nodded. "Uh, yes. Thank you. I'll eat after my run."

"You really run every morning?" He asked.

"Most mornings," she confirmed. "It's a very good stress reliever and burns unwanted energy."

"Unwanted?" He smirked.

"Unwanted," she repeated, flat. "I'll be back in a bit then."

Clarke finished her coffee before changing into a sports bra and shorts. She put her headphones in, jogging down the stairs and out the front door with just a wave to Bellamy.

Before the sun was even up, her feet were hitting the pavement, already freeing her. Running was her second favorite way to burn energy and relive stress. Not that she used to have that much stress, but still.

She was covered in a thin layer of sweat by the time she made it back to her road. She slowed to a walk, taking her phone from her pocket.

Her friend Maya from her Dad's had texted her. "I miss you already, and your boy toy does, too!"

Clarke smiled to herself, replying that she missed Maya, too. Her "boy toy" knew she was leaving a few months ago when she had called it quits and they had agreed to delete each other's numbers. That way he could move on, since he had began to feel more for her than she did for him.

Clarke entered her house, surprised to see her mother awake already. It seemed really early.

"Morning," Clarke greeted her. "You're up early."

"Ah, just by an hour," her mother shrugged. "Bellamy left your plate on the stove to keep it warm. Do you want it now?"

"I'm going to grab a quick shower first and then eat. I can't eat right after a run."

Clarke jogged up the stairs as the bathroom door opened. Bellamy came out in a towel. She couldn't stop her eyes from following the drop of water that moved down his chest.

"Good run?"

She shook herself. "Yeah, thanks. Thank you for breakfast."

He just shrugged, walking to his room.