Her Step Brother

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"Okay, no!" Clarke chuckled, pushing the beach ball away. "I never agreed to play 'chicken' and I won't do it."

"What a party pooper," John groaned. "Come on!"

Raven pulled her arm. "Lighten up. You can use Bellamy, you guys live together."

Clarke felt her thighs tighten, picturing Bellamy's face between them. "I don't know."

"You know Raven will beat you?" John teased.

"Okay, fine!" She laughed. "Fine!" She walked over to Bellamy, already chewing her lip with nerves.

"Play it, cool," he smirked, before lowering himself in the water and allowing her to sit on his shoulders.

She squealed, her legs tight around him as he stood. He walked her towards John and Raven, Raven ready to start with a smirk.

Clarke took her friend's hands, trying to give her the stink eye, but she was laughing too much. They began pushing at one another, trying their best to make the other person fall.

They struggled for a few minutes, neither of them able to get the upper hand long enough.

"This is lasting longer than I imagined," John called.

"Clarke spent the week climbing mountains," Bellamy laughed, holding his feet steady.

"Raven, push her off!" John urged.

Clarke felt Bellamy squeeze her thigh, encouraging her silently. She turned their arms, pushing down on her friend. Bellamy stepped forward, helping her.

Raven fell back into the water with John, laughing loudly. Clarke threw her hands up in the air, cheering. Bellamy jogged through the water, laughing around Raven and John.

He pushed her backwards, suddenly. She released him, coming up with a laugh. "Woo!" She laughed. "Suck it, Rave!"

"Hey! Half of that was Bellamy giving you leverage," she defended. "John, why didn't you have my back like that?" She demanded with a laugh.

He threw an arm around her shoulder. "I did my best! I can't help it they're a better team. It's only because they spend so much time together."

"We've been around one another for what, two weeks?" Clarke laughed. "I was gone, remember?"

"It was hell," John held his chest. "I missed you, terribly!"

Clarke rolled her eyes. "Bullshit. I'm going to order pizza and check the wash, losers!"

"Yeah, let me get my stuff from the dryer," Bellamy said, rising from the pool. "I'll throw drinks in the freezer."

Clarke watched through the window of the laundry room, only able to see a little. Raven and John were close to one another, looking to be flirting. She grinned, happy for them.

Hot hands massaged her ass. "Oh, that is exactly the view I need, baby."

He kissed down her spine, pulling her bathing suit bottom down.

"Bell! They're right outside," she whispered.

"Keep watch," he demanded, sliding a finger inside of her.

She gasped, trying not to scream. Bellamy expertly moved his hand, rubbing her clít as he moved his fingers deep inside of her.

"Shit," she muttered, feeling her orgasm approaching. "Bell," she moaned, squeezing her fingers as she came.

Bellamy removed his fingers, sucking them clean in front of her. She shoved him against the wall, kissing him in a frenzy. She grabbed his cóck, moving her hand on his wet bathing suit.