Her Step Brother

Red Hots

Clarke put in a Seinfeld DVD as she slipped her coffee, digging out her bathing suit. She stepped into the bathroom, changing quickly, putting a little dress on over her suit.

Grabbing a towel, she finished her coffee, about to leave.

"Please tell me that you did not put this awful show on," Bellamy mumbled. "Where you going?"

"Breakfast and then the pool," she told him. "I didn't want to bother you."

He rose and stretched. "Give me a minute, I'll be quick."

Clarke turned the tv off and hung their sign on the door, asking for clean towels. Bellamy left the bathroom in his swimsuit and t-shirt, a towel in his hands.

"Do you have sunscreen?" He asked.

"I put some on," she told him. "Let's go."

They walked together in silence, heading to eat breakfast. Clarke watched the tv as she ate, watching a cartoon, but she didn't care.

Once they were done, they head out to the pool, finding it to be mostly empty, a few people in while most people were tanning.

Clarke took her shoes off, climbing in. Bellamy joined, both of them swimming laps back and forth. She grew bored quickly.

Clarke climbed out of the pool first, wrapping her towel around herself. She slid on her shoes and started walking, leaving Bellamy to catch up with her.

She knocked on her mother's door, still wrapped in her towel. Her mother was surprisingly there.

"Oh, you guys checked out the pool?"

"We did," she told her. "Can we go out today?" She almost begged. "They have outlet stores in the city and the prettiest Indian stores with all sorts of stuff."

"Marcus and I have the entire day booked up," her mother revealed. "But, if you want, you guys can take the car."

"Seriously?"

"Just use the navigation, and stay together. My card is in there."

Clarke accepted the keys, grinning. She pushed open her own cabin with a huge smile and a shake of the keys. "Get dressed, Jackass! We're escaping this hell hole."

******
Clarke navigated, letting Bellamy drive as they made their way into town. He parked the car in a huge parking lot.

"I guess shopping is better than being in the woods," he muttered, getting out and walking with her.

Clarke excitedly stopped in almost every store, buying some more shorts, a few shirts, and a bunch of real honey that was flavored.

"Did you really need to buy every single flavor of honey sticks?" Bellamy asked. All he had bought was a shirt and some jerky.

"Absolutely," she nodded. "Not only is it good for you, it tastes fantastic. Here, pick one. What flavor do you want to try?"

"None."

"You like Red Hots," she said, handing him a cinnamon flavored one. "Here, it's so good."

"How do you know I like Red Hots?" He demanded, accepting the honey.

"You ate some the first time I snuck in your window," she revealed, quietly. They had both ate some after he taught her so much about his body. And her own.

She still ate them, remembering.

"I did," he nodded. "And, okay. This is actually good."

"See?" She grinned. "Now, I'm going over there."

"You have enough panties," he told her. "Let's go buy more dvds so I don't have to watch Seinfeld."

"We can do that next," she dismissed him, heading for the store.

She spent an hour sifting through panties, bras, and even more lingerie. It was all on sale. And, maybe she wanted Bellamy to know she had bought more.

She didn't know why. Slowly, she was pulled closer to him no matter how much she told herself she was going to stay away.

They stocked up on dvds, finally ready to go back and meet their parents. She was in a much better mood, though, so she didn't mind.

*******
After family dinner, Clarke put all of her new panties in her bag with her dirty clothes, leaving the new teddy in he drawer. It was red and silky, and she wanted to try it on.

Clarke sat down on her bed, drink in her hand as Bellamy opened the DVD player.

"Hey, hand me a movie," he called. She leaned forward, reaching for the bag. "Ah!" She squealed, jumping off the bed. She poured her drink on her comforter. "Son of a fucking bitch," she muttered, pulling the comforter off and rolling it up.

"Way to go," he teased. "You managed to ruin your covers and your shirt."

"Fuck me," she muttered. Grabbing the nightie, she put it on before putting a new shirt over it. When she came back out, Bellamy was turning the air up a little for her, the movie starting.

She got in her bed, turning the lights off as he got into his own bed. "If you get too cold I'll give you my blanket. Just let me know."

Clarke removed her shirt, crossing the room and sliding into his bed. She pulled the covers up over her, settling in.

"Or, you could invite yourself to my bed. Did you have a good day, Princess?"

"I did, I'm excited about my new clothes. We got to get out of the woods. I'm already ready to go home."

"New panties?" He questioned.

"Yes," she sat up. "I really like this one."

He looked over at her in the tv light, swallowing. "It looks good," he whispered.

She grabbed his hand, crossing so many lines. She laid his hand on her side. "It's soft," she murmured.

He rubbed her side, his hand raising, softly rubbing he bottom of her breast. "It is soft."

She threw a leg over him, leaning down and taking his lips. He groaned, wrapping his arms around her back as he kissed her back.

She kissed his jaw, nipping lightly as she slid her body down. She pushed his shirt up. He jerked it over his head, dropping it next to them.

She kissed down his chest, his hand in her hair as she moved lower. She gripped the waist band of his shorts, tugging them down with his boxers.

"Clarke!" He gasped.

She moved her hand slowly up and down his shaft, lowering her body between his legs. She swallowed, heat rushing through her body between her legs.

"Clarke," he panted, a hand gripping the sheets. "Are you sure? You've been trying to convince me how wrong this is."

Bellamy looked torn. He wanted her, his strained muscles and his hooded eyes were screaming for it. But, he was right. She was the one who stopped them.

"I want you so bad," she panted. "We've done this before, right? It's not sex," she tried to convince herself.

"Just, I don't want you to regret it," he told her. "What if we just, fuck!" He moaned as she squeezed him. "What if we just do like that second time? When you came over. Just hands, okay? Just like I showed you, baby."

She wanted to taste him again, but she agreed, rising to her knees between his legs. Two years ago he had been the first person to finger her, the one who let her explore his body, make him finish with just her hands.