Her Step Brother

Let Me See It

After swimming, Clarke and Raven put some clothes on, doing their make up. They had decided to go out and eat with John and Bellamy before John left to head home.

"Are you beautiful ladies ready yet?" John asked from the door way.

Clarke shook her head, smilimg at him. "Yes, my dear. We are ready, just let me grab my shoes."

Clarke slid her flip flops on, grabbing her purse and phone. John and Bellamy rode together, Clark and Raven in Clarke's car. They pulled into the pizza place in town, all walking in together.

"I'm fixing to smash this damn buffet," Raven announced.

"Same," Clarke agreed. They paid, grabbing trays and stacking plates with pizza, pasta, and salad.

They sat at a booth, Bellamy and Clarke across from one another. As they ate, Clarke tried not to answer any questions about herself, steer the questions. But, Raven wouldn't let up.

"At least tell me the name of the guy you were seeing," Raven demanded.

"His name is Finn," Clarke revealed, quickly glancing at Bellamy.

"So, you guys dated? For how long? How did you meet? Stop making me pull this info," Raven demanded.

"Okay, okay. We met in school, we had a few classes together. He was nice, funny, and very flirtatious, so we started texting and hanging out. It was fine."

"How long did you 'hang out'?" Raven asked.

"I didn't write the dates down," Clarke shrugged. "A little more than a year. We met as soon as I started school down there."

"Oh," Raven said, softly. "Was it really hard to leave him?" She asked with sympathy.

"Nah," Clarke shrugged. "I broke it off with him a few months ago. He knew I was going to move back eventually."

"Heart. Breaker. And she's so damn cold about it," John laughed.

"Exactly," Raven agreed.

"So, Raven is with Kyle Wick," John said. "I can totally picture it if you two don't compete over everything."

"We do a little," Raven admitted. "And who are you seeing, John?"

"Ah, my girl and I got into a pretty bad fight. I'm hoping we work it out, though. Hell, I don't know."

"I'm sure you will," Clarke told him, but she wasn't sure because of his tone.

"And you, Bellamy?" Raven questioned. "Surely, there's someone uh, special in your life."

"There might be," Bellamy nodded.

"And?" John pushed.

"And, nothing," Bellamy chuckled. "We had a thing awhile back, but it was just a little thing. I'm trying to start it back up, though."

Clarke sipped her drink, wondering if he meant her.. he had to. Right?

"I almost can't imagine you having to try to win over a girl," Raven shrugged. "But, I hope you get her."

"Yeah," Bellamy shrugged. "I will. I've got to drain the snake"

Clarke slid from the booth, rolling her eyes at the way he phrased it. "Me, too. Two sodas already down. Rave, will you grab me mac and cheese pizza if they have any?"

"You got it," Raven nodded.

Clarke rounded the corner after Bellamy, turning down the hallway. A hand grabbed her arm, tugging her into a cut out space that used to have a drinking fountain.

Bellamy pressed his lips to hers, pushing her back against the wall. She sighed into the kiss, briefly, her hand on his chest. Her hands slid up his arms.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, harshly.

"Should've took what was mine two years ago," he muttered, walking to the bathroom and leaving her against the wall.

She went to the restroom, pulling herself together. So, he kissed her out of jealousy and regret for not taking her virginity?

Oh, he was getting an earful later! He had no right!

*******
When Raven finally eased out the front door, it was almost midnight and Abby and Marcus were surely asleep.

Clarke showered quickly before she decided to tell Bellamy how wrong he was! How dare he kiss her? How dare he risk them being caught?!

She marched over to his door from the bathroom, finding it empty. With a roll of her eyes, she checked her room. And yep, there he was, holding up the lingerie.

"Still won't wear this me, huh? Did you wear it for him?"

Clarke closed her door, sighing. "First of all, you have no right to be angry at me or jealous!" She kept her voice quiet. "You acted like I'm not good enough because I slept with one other person?"

He gripped her waist, molding her body to his in his arms. "I never said you weren't good enough, baby." He pressed a harsh kiss to her lips.

She pushed away despite the heat and sparks fueling her body. "Well, stop being an ass because I slept with someone! And stay out of my underwear, Bellamy. No, I didn't wear that for him and no, I'm not wearing it for you. You're not some hot older guy anymore, you're supposed to be family. It's not right for you to tease me this way. To kiss me or grab my ass when I'm doing laundry."

"Oh, I'm still a very hot guy," he smirked. "Just one time, Princess?"

She crossed her arms, even though she was burning up with desire. "It's not right."

He tugged on the bottom of her shirt. "Come on, Princess. Just this once?"

"You shouldn't have kissed me today."

H nodded. "You're right. John or Raven could have seen."

She groaned. "That's not the main reason."

"Put it on."

"Why? What purpose does it serve? And while I'm on the subject, why are you trying to fuck me? I'm your sis-" he covered her mouth once again, frustrating her.

"Let me see it," he whispered.

She sighed in defeat, pushing his hand away again. "Get out."

"I've seen it before," he started, but she stopped him with a look. He held up his hands in defeat, leaving her room.

She tossed away the lingerie, rubbing her temples. He was going to keep pushing and she was going to push back. Just like before. And they were going to end up naked in bed together, again.

What would their parents think if they knew what he was doing? What they had done before? What she was debating now?

After pacing her room for an hour, weighing the positive and negative outcomes that could arrive, she eyed the nightie again. If she put it on, did what he asked, he would drop it. Right?

She felt her cheeks heat up, remembering how hot she felt when he was jealous.

Clarke pulled her clothes off, pulling the very tight lace on her body, clasping the back. She opened her door slowly, sneaking over to his door.

She turned the knob, pushing his door open slowly.