Her Step Brother

Home, But..

Clarke woke up, drank her coffee, took off on her run, and jumped in the shower when she got back home.

Downstairs, she saw her mother and Marcus dressed for work. She tried to hide her excitement as they hurried around the kitchen, grabbing fruits and a coffee thermos.

"We're off to work," her mother said. "There's money on the refrigerator for pizza or whatever. You guys basically do whatever, but no boys in your room."

Clarke chuckled. "I was home for a couple days, we went on vacation, now we just got back yesterday. I haven't even SEEN a boy," she laughed. "Love you, we won't throw a raging keg party. Promise!"

"Love you," and she and Marcus were out the door.

Clarke watched from the window as their car disappeared from view. She pulled the towel from her hair and hurried up the stairs.

Pushing open Bellamy's door, she was full of guilty excitement. An entire day to themselves.

She crawled on his bed, kissing his neck gently. He moaned, shifting around. She straddled him, rubbing his growing cóck through his pants as she bit under his ear.

"Mm, is this going to be my wake up call from now on?"

She chuckled, leaning up and pulling her shirt over her head. "Yeah," she shrugged.

He slid his hands up her torso, cupping her breasts through her bra. "Let me see you," he demanded softly.

She reached behind her, then let her bra fall from her body. He rubbed her breasts, his thumbs rolling over her nípples, making them hard.

She loved the feeling of his hands on her, the sweet slow torture of building up to her orgasms. To finally being able to feel him, but she was tired of waiting and craving him.

She rose up and stood from his bed, lowering her pants and underwear. He stood next to her, cupping her neck and kissing her slowly. She pushed down his pants, running her hands up and down his back as he stepped out of them.

He laid her down, covering her body with his. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him close to her.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, kissing her again.

She ran her fingers through his hair, then bit his lip.

"Fiesty?"

She grinned. "Just ready."

Bellamy raised up, rubbing the tip against her. She moaned, encouraging him further. He reached over, pulling a condom out of his drawer.

She watched in hungry anticipation as he opened it, rolling it onto his length. He pushed, the head beginning to stretch her.

She grabbed the sheet, pushing against him as he slid in, groaning as each inch filled her.

"Fuck!" She moaned, her walls stretched so far, her body full. It hurt, but not too bad.

"Are you okay?" He asked, barely a whisper as he tried to hold still and allow her to adjust.

She pulled his head down, kissing him. "I'm perfect," she promised against his lips. "Fuck me, Bell. Please."

Bellamy nodded, kissing her cheek, down to her neck. He slowly pulled back, pushing back in. She wrapped her hands around his back, her fingers digging into his skin. He moved his hips slowly, their kiss slow.

They froze, a pounding on the door. Whoever it was pounded more, harder.

"You have to be joking," Clarke groaned. "No. No."

"Clarke!"

Ah, fuck. "Raven," she realized. Bellamy removed himself with a sigh of disappointment.

Clarke hurried to put her clothes back on, rushing. Bellamy gripped her chin. "See what she wants, and then I want you naked in my bed again."

Fire filled her veins as she ran down the stairs, her cheeks flushed and her pússy wet but disappointed.

She yanked open the door, her mood instantly shifting. Raven was crying.

"What happened? What's wrong, Rave?" Clarke demanded, pulling her into the house.

"Just everything!" She was angry.

Bellamy jogged downstairs, carrying his laundry. Surely, to see what was going on. She could still feel the wetness of her panties, but she tried to ignore it.

"First, me and Kyle got into it the other day. He's a child and he's irresponsible, I mean he drank knowing he was our ride home! Shitty thing to do. Then, after that, he and I just kept going and then I broke up with him. And, I know it's stupid and selfish, I expected him to apologize and stuff, but no. Instead he posts all over the place that he is single now."

Clarke made them both a mug of coffee as she listened, already compiling a huge a pile of junk food. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be finishing what she had started..

"And then, me and my mom got into a fight. She's hounding me so badly because after me and Kyle got into it, I locked myself in my room and then I drove off. And, I may not have answered my phone. Because, I broke it. But, I did go and replace it. We had insurance and I paid the overnight shipping!"

They went upstairs to Clarke's room, Clarke giving a sad look to Bellamy's door before sitting down with her emotional friend.

"And, basically she's just been a pain since then. I told her I was spending the day with you, but if you don't want me to--"

"Of course, shut the fuck up," Clarke laughed. "Yes, spend the day with me. We can watch movies, swim, go out, stuff our faces. Anything you want to do."

Raven laid in Clarke's bed after awhile, food surrounding her as Clarke picked up her dirty clothes. She needed to wash, too, she hadn't washed anything since the vacation.

She left her room, knocking on Bellamy's door.

"Yes?"

"Is your stuff done? I need to wash, too," she explained.

"Probably," he nodded, rising from his desk.

She followed him down stairs, turning down the hall and heading to the laundry room. He took all of his clothes out, tossing them into the dryer.

She poured her own things in the wash, pouring soap in. She closed the lid, turning to leave.

"Not so fast," he whispered, his hands on the wall next to her head, blocking her in. "You left me hard with a condom on. Why is she still here?"

"Her and Kyle broke up," she defended. "And now she's fighting with her mom and she just needs to cool off for a few hours."

He tilted her head, trailing kisses from her jaw to her neck, down to the tops of her breasts. Her nípples hardened in anticipation, wanting his attention desperately.

"Fine. I'm going to go call Murphy. We will cheer your friend up, and then she needs to go." He rubbed her outside of her shorts, her legs weak. "I finally got inside you, baby," he moaned. "I will be back between these thighs," he promised.

He left the laundry room, leaving her body feeling like hot gelatin.