Her Step Brother

A Cover

Clarke jogged down the stairs, early in the morning to toss her clothes in the washing machine.

She felt Bellamy behind her. His hands rubbed her ass softly, squeezing as she pushed back against him.

"Stop," she whispered with a chuckle. "The parents are home!"

He pulled her hips back, his cóck already hard as he rubbed it against her. Her knees felt weak, her fingers curling with need.

She heard her mother's door open. Marcus and Abby shuffled to the kitchen, the coffee maker being turned on.

Bellamy tugged on her pajama pants, pulling them down to her knees. "No panties, baby?" He questioned, his hot breath in her ear.

"We can't," she said, her voice trembling.

Instead of replying, she felt Bellamy press his cóck against her, rubbing it between her wet lips.

He pushed, her back arching as she gripped the washing machine tightly. He thrust forward, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head.

"Whoever's doing laundry, do you want breakfast?" Abby called.

"Yeah!" Clarke called loudly. "Thanks!"

Bellamy sped his thrusts up, Clarke's body on fire. She slid her hand down, rubbing her clít furiously as her walls tightened.

"Fuck," Bellamy whispered.

She silently cried out, her body buzzing as her first orgasm rolled through her body. Bellamy pulled out, talking off he shirt and finishing on it.

Clarke panted, opening the washer lid. Bellamy tossed his shirt in, jerking his pants up.

"Sneak out the back," she told him. "And, come to my room tonight."

"You're never sated are you?" He winked.

"Not when it comes to you," she answered truthfully.

************

Even though Bellamy didn't like it, Clarke had accepted a job for the hospital. It would give her money, get her out of the house part time, and she could keep the job during school and check out.

He was grumpy because she was spending more time away from him, but Clarke made it up to him on the weekends. During the week, if they were awake, they still spent time between one another's legs, unable to stay apart. They fucked every time their parents went to dinner or on an errand. But, the risk was high.

Every weekend Clarke told her parents she was staying Raven, but she and Bellamy spent the weekend wrapped in one another's arms in a motel bed. They locked themselves away from the world, draining their bodies of energy. She was in heaven with him.

Clarke pulled out of Bellamy's arms Sunday morning, her body instantly cold without his arms around her.

"No," he whined. "Bring that ass back over here right now!"

Clarke laughed, tugging on her shirt. "Come on, Bell. We have to get home at separate times. Tuesday.." she left off. He was going back to college on Tuesday and she was going back to school Wednesday.

Bellamy rose, but he didn't reach for his clothes. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his head in her neck. They stayed that way for awhile, just holding one another.

Eventually though, they separated and pulled their clothes on. Clarke's heart was heavy in her chest, but she didn't show it. She didn't even want to acknowledge it herself.

She drove to Raven's, Bellamy leaving a few minutes after her. Raven was seeing John, casually they claimed, but they were really happy together and that made Clarke happy.

She turned in, entering Raven's house with a smile and a wave to her parents. She pulled Raven from the tv, tossing her clothes.

"Come on, we need to get out."

"Why? You were out all weekend," Raven whispered.

"No, I was locked in a motel room for two days like I have been for the last four weeks. I need some fresh air, I need to feel the sun on my skin."

Raven gave her a concerned look, but she dressed pretty quickly, hopping into Clarke's car with her. Clarke drive them through a drive thru to get drinks before parking in the next city by their park. There was a walking trail she needed.

Raven remained silent until they had walked about half way up. "So, you want to tell me what's bothering you?"

Clarke sighed. "I just need to breathe fresh air." She watched the hot sun filter through the leaves, leaving patterns of shade on the cement trail.

"You need to be away from 'him'?" She asked. They avoided using Bellamy's name in public.

"No," Clarke quickly answered. "No, it's not that. It's just, why did we do this? Why did we allow ourselves to enter this weird relationship thing? Where the hell did we plan for it to go? Honestly?"

"I don't think you really planned anything," Raven replied, softly. "It just happened. Are you not happy anymore?"

Clarke stopped, turning. "That's the problem. I don't know. Am I happy? Is this what my whole life is supposed to be? Just sneaking away to motels on the weekends and during the week have make out sessions and head? In secret? Ugh!" She groaned. "I don't know if I'm happy."

"These things all sound like they need to be addressed. I mean, you do have a point. You are sneaking around. You are lying to your mom. You are living in secret for the most part. But, I think you could have more with him if that's what you wanted. Once you're eighteen, you can do whatever you want. There's no biological relation," she whispered. "Y'all could get married and no one could stop you."

Clarke's head hurt. "Marry him? My entire family would disown me. Both of us!"

Raven shrugged. "I can't give you a perfect answer. Do you want to break it off and find someone you don't have to hide? Because I'll support anything and everything you want, you know that."

Clarke just groaned. She had no idea what she wanted. The thought of being away from Bellamy made her chest hurt, though.

*******
When Clarke got home, her mother was eating, reading something on her phone. She looked up at Clarke. "Hey, sweetie."

"Hey," Clarke nodded.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure," Clarke shrugged.

"We're going to have a small to away part for Bellamy tomorrow night. If I give you some money can you grab some decorations and invite John and Raven? And anyone else he might like to have over?"

"Of course, Mom. I'll go to the store right after work tomorrow. I'm going to head up."

"Are you hungry?"

"I ate with Raven," Clarke called, already going up the stairs. She needed to talk to Bellamy about everything, but she didn't have the energy.

Part of her wanted them to not be half ass related. To just be regular people sleeping together, but they weren't. The other half just wishes they had never slept together. Life would be easier if they had just never touched one another.

She took a shower, heading to her room in her pajamas with her hair wrapped up. Bellamy came into her room, sitting down in her desk chair as she brushed her hair out.

"Have fun with Raven?" He asked.

"I did," she answered. "We walked that trail over at the park. Went out and chilled. It was nice. What did you do?"

He shrugged, running his fingers over the books in her book case. "I went for a drive."

"Hm."

"This got awkward," he said. "Just now. What's wrong?"

"I'm tired, Bell."

He stood, wrapping her in a hug. "I can still drive down on the weekends. Every weekend, every other weekend, met you half way, let you come stay with me, whatever we want."

She nodded. "Yeah, I know."

He kissed the top of her hair. "I'll see you in the morning, Princess."