Her Step Brother

Modesty? What's that?

"I'm driving," Bellamy declared, snatching Clarke's keys from her hands. "Get in."

She obeyed, sitting in the passenger seat. She turned on the radio as Bellamy had to adjust her seat and the steering wheel.

They took off towards town, silently. Clarke shifted, her dress riding up.

Bellamy noticed.

She pulled the dress up, slowly, exposing more and more of her thighs. "Watch the road," she teased, heat filling her body.

"Touch yourself."

She blushed, her stomach tightening. She had touched herself before, after Bellamy had played with her, letting her learn what she liked. But in the car? In broad daylight?

Spreading her thighs, she pulled the dress up and exposed herself. She slid her fingers around her clít slowly, watching Bellamy's grip tighten on the wheel.

"Mm," she moaned, sliding her finger inside of herself. She moved her finger slowly, enjoying Bellamy's eyes on her more than the act itself.

Bellamy grabbed her hand, pulling her finger into his mouth. She gasped as his hit tongue cleaned her finger completely.

"You're getting it when we get home," he warned.

Clarke walked next to Bellamy, down the aisles of her favorite grocery store. They checked off everything on the list, adding anything they saw that they were in the mood for.

Bellamy turned them down an aisle, stopping to look. Clarke looked up from double checking her list, blushing.

"Bell." She whispered. "You're going to buy condoms while I'm with you?"

"Relax," he muttered, tossing a box in the buggy. "No one is going to be suspicious. I get laid. I mean, fuck, have you seen me? I could stop a bullet with my smile."

Clarke rolled her eyes, sighing loudly. "If there was ever going to be an award for modesty...." She muttered.

He stood next to her, pretending to look at shampoo. "Princess speaks of modesty while she's not wearing panties? Where ever did that lady I kiss years ago go?"

She shook her head, walking away towards the check out. Bellamy followed her, a smug grin on his stupid, sexy face.

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"Oh, hey, you forgot this bag."

Clarke reached behind her, grabbing the bag of grapes and cheese. She put the cheese up, bending over to open the drawer for fruit.

Bellamy lifted her dress, the air hitting her exposed pússy. She grabbed the shelf as his fingers slid over her, rubbing her clít.

She spread her legs a little, opening herself up to him. He stepped closer, slipping two fingers inside of her. She ground her hips down on his hand as he moved them inside of her.

"You love to tease me, don't you, Princess?"

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, I do."

"In the cat," he moaned. "That was fucking hot."

He stilled his hand, rubbing her ass. He slapped her cheek, her heart racing as she jumped a little. It stung, but it wasn't bad.

"You're going to get yourself into trouble," he warned.

She looked over her shoulder. "Oh, yeah? Want to punish me, baby?"

He shoved his fingers deep inside of her. "Mm, you have no fucking idea."

"Then take me-"

"Shit," he swore, removing his fingers. "Parents." He took off upstairs, needing to adjust.

She smoothed her dress, shoving the last bag of groceries into the refrigerator, closing it just as Marcus pushed the door open.

"You made it all the way to and from the store," he observed. "But, did Bellamy go?"

"Yeah," Clarke shrugged. "He went helped me, he just needed to run to the restroom."

"Good," her mother breathed. "Hey, on Saturday, we have to fly out for the conference. We've both been asked to speak."

"Okay," Clarke drug the word out.

"And, you're seventeen now. You're getting older, and with both of us gone, you know. I don't know how things worked when you were staying with your father."

Clarke bit into a chip, trying not to laugh out loud. "Are you trying to say you don't want me to have sex while you're gone?"

Her mother sighed. "Basically, yes."

"Are we going to have a sex talk right here in the kitchen?" She asked. "As a family?" She nodded to Marcus and Bellamy who had rejoined them. She had a feeling her mother REALLY wanted to ask questions.

"I don't want you to, but I want you to be safe. But, I don't want you to." Her mother managed.

"Would it make it better to know that I'm educated when it comes to protection and contraception?" Clarke asked.

"Also, I'm here," Bellamy shrugged. "I don't think Clarke will do much with me here. That's awkward," he said, snatching her chips and grabbing a drink.

"I've seen too many receipts for condoms to even discuss it with you. Hell, you snuck girls into your window," Marcus told Bellamy. "We just want to know we can trust you both. And, don't forget that you have obligations to the hospital."

"Scout's honor," Clarke promised, taking her chips back from Bellamy. "I won't bring any boys into the house. Except maybe John."

It was true. The one she wanted to wrap her thighs around already lived there.

"I won't bring over chicks," Bellamy sighed. "Clarke's annoying ass would scare them off anyways." He stole her chips again, heading for the stairs. "Just tell us when the hospital needs us!"

Clarke opened another bag of chips, taking the entire box of honey buns and a Red Bull with her. "Oh, hey, I didn't put any meat in the freezer because I don't know what your meal plan schedule thing is, but if I need to move anything just let me know."

"Are you going to drink an entire energy drink while you play video games?" Her mother asked.

"Oh! I was just going to stream shows, but I do need to play, good call, Mom." She kissed her mother's cheek. "Also, please do let me know what time to go meet at the hospital and I'll keep up with everything else."

"I believe these belong to Bellamy," Marcus sighed, putting the box of condoms in her arms.

Clarke nodded. "I'll drop them off."

Clarke put all of her snacks into her room on the bed, taking the condoms across the hall. She opened Bellamy's door, tossing them on his bed.

"Dude, maybe next time you try to convince your dad you're not going to invite girls over, don't leave your condoms on the counter. Pro tip."

Bellamy put them beside his bed. "He caught on to me sneaking a girl in my window, he'll live," he shrugged. "Want to come watch this documentary?"

She shook her head. "No can do. It's gaming time, but you're welcome to come chill with me as long as you keep your trap shut and get your own snacks."

"Deal."