Her Step Brother

The Waterfall

The entire day, Clarke thought she would be full of shame and regret again, but instead she had bounds of energy.

Just grabbing fruit for breakfast, she and Bellamy hiked the mountain trail once again. When they were done with it, she drug him along to the trail that would lead to the waterfall, skipping lunch.

They finished their first water, leaning their second bottle as Clarke stopped to look at every flower, admiring the colors. As they continued, she heard the water.

She sped up, hurrying past Bellamy, she pushed through the branches to reveal the waterfall.

A couple had just gotten out of the water, waving as they head home. She stepped forward, looking around.

The waterfall really was secluded, surrounded by tall, green trees. The water was falling into a big area from the mountain, the big rocks downriver catching the flow.

"Holy shit," Bellamy said. "It really is beautiful and secluded."

Clarke dropped her water in the grass, balancing on a fallen tree to get closer to the water.

"I'm going in," she announced.

She was going to take her shoes off, but she wasn't sure what she might step on, so she left them on. She stepped in, waking farther against Bellamy's protests.

The water came up to her thighs in the deepest part. She continued, sticking her hands in the waterfall.

She laughed, standing under the cold water and taking her hair down. She stepped out of it, wiping her face and pushing her hair back.

"This water is dirty, yet here you are, smiling and laughing with no cares in the world. In the pool, you seemed upset."

She just shrugged. "I don't know, I can't explain why this beautiful waterfall makes me happy today." She pushed his chest, laughing as she pushed him under the water.

He shook his hair out, pushing his hair back with one hand. He was smiling, too.

"Okay, I get it," he breathed, wiping water from her cheeks.

She leaned up, wrapping her arms around his neck. "That smile looks good on you," she breathed.

He kissed her, grabbing her waist. "You look good on me."

She melted into the kiss, forgetting the world around them and their situation. She smiled against his lips, pulling back.

The sun hit his brown eyes, the brown showing copper flecks. She opened her mouth, and Bellamy turned her under the water.

She emerged, spitting the water out with a laugh. "Oh, you ass!"

She chased him around the water, shoving one another and splashing one another.

As the sun lowered in the sky, they climbed out of the water, soaking wet. The hike back was uncomfortable because of their wet clothes, but Clarke was happy.

They explained to their parents that they got in the waterfall and needed showers. Abby and Marcus head off go dinner together, letting Bellamy and Clarke just eat in their cabin.

They took turns, Clarke showering first and ordering them bag in cheeseburgers. They were starving.

Bellamy exited the bathroom much later in his pajama pants. "You bitch," he chuckled as she was tearing apart her burger, not bothering to wait for him.

They turned on a movie they had seen before, eating in silence at the small table by the window.

"They didn't replace my comforter," she noted, stretching.

"Lay with me again," Bellamy offered.

Clarke stripped down to her panties under the covers, opening the blanket for him. His eyes widened as he noticed.

He pulled her body towards him, opening her thighs at the edge of the bed. Heat flooded through her body.

How many times had she replayed this scenario in her head? How many times had she woken up flushed from remembering it?

Bellamy bit her thigh, gently. Moving his mouth higher and higher, the small bites making her shake in anticipation.

He tugged her panties from her body, all it tearing them. "I've missed this," he whispered, lowering his head. He locked slowly, circling her clít with his tongue.

"Bellamy, I need more," she panted. "I need to cum. Now!"

Instead of giving her more, he stopped, rising between her legs. "What was that, Princess? I couldn't hear you," he slid his fingers up and down her thighs.

"I need it, Bellamy."

He leaned over her, kissing and sucking her neck. She gripped his hair. "Don't make me beg," she pleaded.

He slid a finger inside of her, kissing across her jaw. "Maybe, I want you to beg," he chuckled in her ear.

She pushed him over, holding his hands down with hers. "I won't beg." She promised. "I'll just take it."

He smirked.

She raised her legs, placing her knees on each side of his head. His eyes darkened as he grabbed her hips.

She lowered herself, Bellamy's hands squeezing her as he sucked on her clít, gently.

She moaned loudly, her head falling back. She relaxed her legs, allowing Bellamy to continue.

He devoured her, licking and sucking as he gripped her hips, pulling her down onto his mouth.

She clenched her thighs, her orgasm hitting her as she bucked her hips against his tongue. Panting, she moved her legs before falling next him on the bed.

She looked over, licking her lips. He was pumping his cóck, his stomach tight. She pushed his hand away, sliding him into her mouth.

She moaned, bobbing her head and sucking him. He didn't take long at all. He grabbed her arm and her hair, groaning as he filled her mouth once again.

She removed her head, cleaning him before reaching for her water. She wanted more, straddling his body.

"Clarke," he sucked in a breath, her pússy directly on his cóck. "Come here, I'll give you more."

She rolled her hips, rubbing his cóck, that was growing hard again beneath her. "I want this," she panted.

He dug his fingers into her hips. "You don't want it," he said. "You know it's not right."

"And, swallowing your cum is right?" She questioned, desperate. "I wanted to feel you inside of me two years ago, Bell. Come on."

"You have cabin fever," he teased. He rolled her over. "If you still want to when we get back home, we will," he assured her. He slid two fingers inside her. "Now, cum for me again, baby."