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RP: The 100: Return To Earth (greenandgold x randomname98766789)

Bellamy slept like a baby. He did not wake up until Octavia kissed him later that evening. Opening his eyes, Bellamy yawned and listened to Octavia talk about getting something to eat and checking on the others. Of course, he paid most attention when Octavia said she would make it worth his while later. Innocently, the older male smiled, gawking at his sister. “Oh yeah? How will you do that, O?” The male chuckled at himself, thinking about the fun they would have later. “I might make it worth your while as well, since you have put up with me for so long.” He teased, planting another kiss onto her lips before pulling back.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with. I might not eat much though. I want to have an appetite for dessert afterwards.” Smirking, Bellamy forced himself out of bed and walked over towards the closet, peering inside his section, finding new, clean clothes to change into. Once changed, Bellamy waited until his sister was changed as well. Love was an interesting thing. Watching a loved one do something so minute as changing clothes was attractive. Not just because her body was attractive, but just because the way she moved was so elegant and he loved watching her. Reaching out to take her hand when she finished, Bellamy eagerly pulled her towards the mess hall.

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Jason did not move the entire night. His arms remained wrapped around Clarke and his entire being was at rest thanks to the blonde’s safe return. Their love was so strong and so deep that it carried Jason to sleep after nights of sleeplessness. Worrying about Clarke was his job as her boyfriend but it had taken a toll on him. Not knowing her fate was scary. The unknown was over. It had passed. Clarke was safely tucked into his arms: the safest place for her in the world. The girl woke up first and Jason opened his eyes to Clarke’s lips against his.

“Nonsense. You don’t need to apologize for sleeping. You needed it. Plus, you’re right about spending some alone time together. We don’t need to worry about the others every second of the day. We need time for ourselves.” The dark-haired male cooed quietly against Clarke’s lips. Little did he know that she had a fun idea in mind. When Clarke became shirtless, Jason’s pants were removed. Since he always slept shirtless, he was only covered in a pair of dark blue, cotton-knit boxers. The soft, gentle touch of her hands already aroused him, causing a bulge to grow.

“I like the sound of that… but you are a little too dressed up for the occasion.” Teasingly, Jason sat upright and grabbed her own pants. While slipping them down her legs, he was kissing the girl he loved and eventually removed them completely. Suddenly, Jason flipped Clarke onto her back while he hovered over the beautiful girl. His lips continued peppering kisses down her neck and his hands gripped her breasts firmly, slapping them a couple times before undoing her bra. “How do you want me to fuck you, Princess?” He whispered into her ear, now playing with her breasts since they had fallen free of any clothing.
 
Octavia laughed at her brother's words. "You'll be fine. Be nice, or you won't get to do anything fun tonight," The brunette threatened, though they both knew that she wouldn't refuse to have sex with him, even if she had been upset with him. They got up and got dressed a few minutes later, before Octavia grabbed her crutches, and then they left the room together. "By the way, I want you to teach me how to use a gun. I need to take a turn on watch on the gate sometimes. And don't say no and don't bother trying to talk me out of it. We have to be fair to everyone."

After speaking, she led him outside and the young woman stopped walking and looked up at the sky, just enjoying the sun on her face. She closed her eyes and let the rays wash over her, just enjoying something as simple as this. Several minutes passed, and then Octavia turned to her brother. "Okay, so we should start checking on everyone. What do you need me
to do?" The young woman asked her brother, unsure of how to start. "Should we just start walking around camp and asking if anyone still feels sick or something?" She asked and then shrugged.
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"I'm not picky. I don't care how you do it, as long as you pound me hard and make me scream..." Clarke said, a wicked smile on her lips. She started to kiss all over his face and
neck, and her hands immediately went down Jason's body and to his crotch, where she wasted no time and started to stroke his cock. Working one hand up and down, and using
her other hand to squeeze and lightly scratch his balls with her fingernails. "I think you deserve a treat since you were so sweet to me earlier." As soon as the words left her lips,
the blonde mover her hands off of him, except to pin his hips down.

Then, she moved down Jason's body, and took his cock between her lips. The blonde flicked her tongue in his slit a few times, before fully wrapping her lips around his cock. Taking
him down deeper and deeper, until his cock hit the back of her throat, and she moaned and started to move her lips up and down, as she kept teasing his balls. At one point, Clarke slipped a hand behind her boyfriend, and started to trace his hole with her fingers, slowly slipping one inside and thrusting slowly.
 
“Lucky for you, I am not arguing about this. In fact, I approve. We were lucky enough to survive these first few attacks from the Grounders. Every abled body must know how to defend themselves and the camp. I cannot be the only person with gun skills. I plan on teaching everyone that wants to learn. Tomorrow, I will hold a training session for everyone. I can give you a private session, though. I will only agree to you using a gun if I can be your trainer.” The last couple sentences of Bellamy’s words had a sultry edge. The male thought being alone with his sister provided more opportunities for contact.

At first, Bellamy led Octavia towards the dropship where the infected were quarantined earlier. Everyone had cleared out and he made a mental note to gather a group for cleaning the area. Blood, vomit, and various nasty substances were left in the area. After ensuring everyone had exited, Bellamy walked into the lounge areas where most of the hundred were gathered. “We don’t have to ask anything. Keep an eye out. If someone is feeling shitty, we’ll know.” The next half hour was spent monitoring the mess hall and near commons areas. Thankfully, Bellamy did not spot anything of concern.

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When Clarke suggested a treat, Jason knew where this was going. The feeling of her soft lips sent a shiver down Jason’s spine. The shiver turned into a violent pulse of electricity when her tongue flicked into the slit of his penis. He had always been proud of Clarke’s blow jobs. She took him so deep into her mouth despite his impressive girth. The best feeling was having Clarke touching his balls. It increased the feeling of his euphoria and Jason knew those same balls would provide his cock with the hot spunk he would release within minutes. The only thing Jason stopped was Clarke’s finger thrusting into his hole.

The male liked anal, but only when he rimmed, fucked, or fingered Clarke’s ass. The opposite was a turn-off but she did not know. He was not upset. He simply pulled her hand away to tell her how he felt. It was in the past now. The pleasured, erotic moans fell repeatedly from his lips. Jason’s hips arched upwards off the mattress towards Clarke’s face. “You make me feel so good, Princess. Oh God. I’m going to cum soon, Clarke. I want you to swallow my load and clean my cock with your tongue.” It was almost impossible to say these words, but he managed to finish his thought before another loud moan left his lips.
 
"You're not the only person who knows how to handle a gun," Octavia reminded her brother. "Most of the camp knows how to use one, except for me, Clarke and Jason. So, I'm asking you to teach me how to use one. I don't want there to ever become a time where something happens and it would be up to me to protect our friends and myself, and I didn't have any way to do it. So, you need to teach me. My leg is fucked up, not my brain or my hands. I'm fully capable, or 'able-bodied' as you put it, and don't tell me that I'm not. I can shoot a
gun once you teach me."

She listened to her brother talk about being the one to train her. The brunette heard the sexy edge in her brother's voice, and a smirk came over her lips and she nodded. They checked out the dropship, and quickly backed away upon learning that no one was in it, only the leftover substances that those who were sick had emitted. They backed out of the dropship and then entered the lounge area, looking over their friends and keeping an eye out for anyone who looked like they felt bad. "Okay Bell..." Octavia said softly and then she nodded at him.
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Clarke continued to work her mouth on Jason's cock, simply giving her boyfriend the slightest nod, when he pushed her hand away, removing her finger from his hole. She took the hint and instead, slipped her hand into his, even as the blonde scraped her teeth against his cock. Not hard enough to hurt him, but just enough to give him a bit of an edge, as she made
him feel good. The sound of her boyfriend's moans was her favorite thing to hear. It meant that she was doing things just right, would be rewarded with his come, as she drove him over
the edge.

She felt his hips leave the mattress, and felt his cock shove deeper in her mouth and down her throat, and enjoyed the action. Eagerly taking Jason's cock as deep in her throat as it would go. His words had her nodding her head, and she kept going, her tongue continuing to pleasure her boyfriend as she felt the pace of his hips gain speed, as he started to fuck
her face and throat. The action was one Clarke was used to and enjoyed, and she simply gripped the side of the bed to remain steady on her knees as she swallowed down his come without question.
 
Bellamy felt confused. How did anyone else know about using guns? He was the only person training for the Guard. “Octavia, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was the only person here that was training for the Guard. I have to teach everyone.” The older male reminded his younger sister. There was no argument against her. Bellamy wanted to teach Octavia about using guns. When the siblings determined nobody still had any signs of the sickness, they were free to go. “There’s no better time than the present. I will grab a gun for us to use. I will teach you this morning. I have a practice range set up with targets already.”

Into the wilderness, Bellamy held Octavia’s hand. It was still dangerous and they were on high alert. The target practice range was in an open field. There were different markers sticking out of the ground marking various distances. A wooden table was beside each marker. Once arriving to the shortest distance away, about 25 feet, Bellamy showed Octavia the gun. “Watch me unload this.” Slowly, Bellamy unloaded the handgun and reloaded the clip. The safety was on and it was safe to handle. “Learn this, first. I’ll do it one more time then you can try it yourself.” Just like he said, Bellamy unloaded and reloaded the gun again before relinquishing the weapon to his sister.

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Every hair was standing on Jason’s body. Electricity was charging through his crotch. The flesh of his cock was tense, charged, and pulled taut. A smooth, sudden sense of a powerful rising deep within Jason’s body arrived, gliding him towards the edge of a tremendous wave of pleasure. The love he felt for Clarke only enhanced these feelings. Surely, if any other female tried this, they would get zero reaction. His swollen dick and his testicles all contracted upwards as that wave began to crest and fall forward onto itself in a rush of sound and pleasure: the sound being moans of eroticism leaving Jason’s lips.

“Clarke, I love you!” Jason uttered these words when his muscles clenched with various spasms. The pressure pushed up from his hips into the head of his penis before releasing four spurts of thick, flowing ropes of semen inside Clarke’s mouth. Once his cum filled Clarke’s mouth, Jason kept himself deep inside until she swallowed and cleaned him properly. His muscles relaxed and Jason became aware of the heartbeat pounding in his ears along with the harsh rasp of his breathing. “Fuck… that was so good, Clarke.” Of course, he still had not fucked her yet. He would need a few minutes to recharge and Clarke would need to work so he would become erect again.
 
"It has nothing to do with training for the guard, Bell. Jasper's a crack shot. I saw him shoot and kill a deer from a far distance. You should watch him sometimes, he has a good aim." Once they had checked on everyone, Octavia followed her brother into the wilderness, holding his hand as they walked. Once they got to the range he had set up, she took a seat on a tree stump to let her leg rest, and watched as Bellamy handled the gun. When he handed it to her, Octavia easily unloaded and reloaded the clip. She repeated the action two more times, to show her brother that she got it.

Once that was done, the young woman pointed out the safety on the gun, and raised the gun in front of her, aiming at the nearest target. Octavia didn't pull the trigger since the safety was still on. She simply held the gun in front of her, lined it up angled to the target, and squeezed the trigger, knowing that nothing was going to happen. "How strong is the kickback?" The young woman asked curiously. "Should I remain sitting, or do it standing up first?" She fell silent after speaking, and waited patiently for her brother to give her more information.
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Clarke grinned, pleased with herself, as Jason came hard and fast in her mouth. She happily sucked his come down, and once he finished filling her mouth with his juices, the blonde shifted her position a little, to get comfortable and moved to kneel on her knees. Within a few moments, she reached out for her boyfriend's cock and immediately started to stroke
him, eager to get him hard and ready again, as soon as possible. As the young woman stroked Jason's cock, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, and then smiling when
it ended and she pulled back.

"I'm sorry," The blonde told him, once she had ended the kiss and pulled back, as she kept stroking him. "About earlier. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I figured that we could try out some other things. And that's not one of them, which is okay. But, maybe we could try some other stuff? Is there anything that you want to do, that you've been afraid I wouldn't agree to?" Her hand was still working Jason's cock, stroking it tormentingly slow and gentle. Wanting to tease him and get him all riled up and ready to blow. A grin was on Clarke's lips as she did this.
 
Impressed, Bellamy smiled proudly at Octavia when she successfully unloaded and reloaded the gun a couple times. He watched the brunette practice aiming at the target so the older brother stood in the shadows, letting Octavia handle the gun and get a feel for holding a weapon. “The kickback on this handgun is minimal. I think you should be just fine standing up. Stronger revolvers and rifles have more kickback. If I guessed, I would say this gun has the smallest kickback from any of our weapons. Still, this is a powerful gun and is best for you to use while you’re learning.”

Soon, she could graduate onto different guns and figure out which gun she liked the best. For now, she should stick with something simple. Standing behind Octavia, he wrapped his arms around hers, raising her aim. “You’re a little low. Remember, the further away from a target you are, the more likely the bullet will drop slightly. I know we are close and this is just a handgun, but it can surprise you.” Bellamy mentioned, their bodies touching as he instructed her on aiming down the iron sights. “The safety is on the side of the gun. Slide it off, aim, and fire.”

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“You don’t have to apologize. There’s nothing wrong with trying new t-things.” At the end of his statement, it was almost impossible to stay calm. Clarke’s hand stroking his soft dick caused an unimaginable sense of pleasure. Even though it was a gentle, soft touch and rather slow, it caused Jason to become aroused again quickly. When she asked him about something he always wanted to try with her but had never gotten the chance, something popped into his mind. There were a few things, but only one specific kink was in the forefront of his mind. Deciding to not worry about how she would react, Jason gave Clarke his opinion.

“I want to try bondage. I want to tie you up and gag you. I always imagined you would look sexy tied up. I never suggested it because we would never have time. I know your parents would have been furious if they found us having sex, but I could not imagine their reaction if we were caught by anyone while you were tied up.” Jason admitted with a soft chuckle. “If you want to try this, there’s some rope in our room. We have it for practical reasons: duct tape, too. It’s in the bottom drawer.”
 
Octavia nodded and then she followed her brother's instructions. She slipped the safety off, let Bellamy raise her arms so that her aim was higher. A few moments later, the young brunette aimed at the target, and fired off three quick shots. The kickback from this gun was just like her brother had said. It was there, but was small compared to what she had assumed it would be like. "I hate to say this, but I feel like I'm wasting bullets. What if I don't pick this up quickly? We only have so much gun powder and I don't want to waste it
if I can't pick this up fast."

Her concerns were based on the needs of the camp, and how they were going to survive with only so many bullets. "We need to figure something else out. Make some kind of contingency plan, in case we run out of bullets, or if some of our people get pinned down during a fight with the Grounders. There are way more of them than there are of us.
So, we need to figure this out and get these plans in place as soon as possible, for all of our sakes." She stopped speaking a few moments later, lined up another shot, and took
it, hitting the target perfectly.
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Clarke smiled as Jason's words. "I wanna try that, too. And we will, just not now. For now, I wanna keep torturing you.." She said and smirked at her boyfriend. The blonde's hand continued to work his cock, as she leaned in and pressed a rough kiss to his lips. She kept the actions of her hands gentle, not wanting to hurt him. Well, at least not yet, and not
unless Jason ended up okay with them doing that kind of thing. After a few more moments of stroking him, Clarke moved her hand away from his cock. She pulled back from the
kiss and locked eyes with him.

She let a few moments pass where they just stared into each other's eyes, not moving or doing anything else. But finally, the blonde got up and pushed her boyfriend back into the
bed. Clarke covered Jason's body with her own, pressing her chest and her crotch against his, the action slow and teasing as she rubbed her body against his, leaning to kiss him
once more. Slipping her tongue into his mouth as she ground her body eagerly against his. "I love having you to myself,' She whispered between kisses. "And I love even more,
when you're naked."
 
“How are you going to learn to shoot a gun if you don’t practice? You’re not wasting bullets. You’re not shooting them randomly into the air or anything like that. Just don’t worry about that. We can make more bullets. We will find more gunpowder. There are other military supply bases we can use. Get that out of your head and just practice, okay?” Bellamy whispered, hoping that Octavia would focus on the task at hand right now. Besides, it did not matter what they did or how many bullets they “wasted”, because Bellamy would make sure that his sister knew how to handle a gun.

Her safety was the most important thing to the male and he intended to ensure that safety every single day. After she took a few more practice shots, he helped correct her whenever it was needed. Other than that, Bellamy thought she was picking up on the task quite easily. “It looks like you’re a natural, O. how does it feel? Do you feel confident about guns now? We can practice more later but you’re really getting the hang of it so far. You’re one of the best I’ve seen, actually.”
 
"You make a good point. I just want to be careful. I'm keeping the interests of the camp in mind over myself. It's what everyone should be doing. It's why if I don't get this in a few
tries, then you're just going to save the rest of the bullets. If I can't get this, then I'll just figure out some other way to make myself useful. Don't bother arguing, Bellamy. You know
that I'm just as stubborn as you are, big brother." Octavia said and then smiled at him. The younger brunette took a few more shots with the gun, hitting the correct target 7 out of 8 times.

"Okay, I think we should pack it in for the day. We can do something else. What else needs to be done around camp? And don't say there's nothing to do, because I know that you'd be lying." As she was speaking, Octavia handed the gun back to her brother and reached for her crutches, slowly following Bellamy as he led the way back to their camp. Octavia was quiet most of the way back, just enjoying the nature that surrounded them. They usually didn't have time for such trivial things, but today she was paying attention to all of it and enjoying all of it.
 
Octavia performed surprisingly well with the handgun. There was no point of arguing since she well enough to satisfy Bellamy. Thinking about what could be done around camp, there were so many things. Granted, not everything was doable by Octavia but they could manage to find something for her to do. “You could help me gather everyone for the weapons training. Just go through camp and make an announcement that anyone who needs training should meet me in the middle of Arkadia.” The dark-haired male commented, glancing to Octavia. It was noticeable how she took in the beauty of their surroundings. It was good to do that every once in a while.

“Obviously, we won’t have everyone shooting. I think just teaching them how to handle and load a gun is a great start. Speaking of guns, here, this is yours now.” Bellamy held out the gun that Octavia practiced with and placed it into her hand. “When you get skilled with this weapon, you can move onto something bigger with more firepower. For now, this will do. Keep it with you at all times, especially when you move outside of the wall.” Of course, Bellamy wanted to protect her at all costs but he understood that not every situation afforded him the chance to be beside his sister.
 
Octavia nodded, stopped walking, and took the gun from her brother when he handed it to her. She slipped the gun into the waistband of her jeans. Then the younger brunette steadied her crutches once more and continued walking. "What else do you need me to do after I spread the word about the weapons training?" She asked Bellamy as they kept walking. "I got
it. I won't go anywhere without it," The young woman said, motioning to the gun at her waist. "Though you do know that I know how to fight, right? I'm not helpless. I can take a punch and give a punch just as good as the next guy."

They reached camp a few minutes later, and true to her word, she left her brother's side and then walked slowly and carefully around the camp and started to spread the word about
the weapon training session. 20 minutes later after that was done, Octavia went to find her brother, and stood beside him as the others showed up. "Seriously, if you need anyone to
help train the others, you want it to be Jasper. Watch him take a shot, and you'll know what I mean." After speaking, she fell silent once more and just remained at Bellamy's side,
ready to let him start talking.
 
“I know you can handle yourself, O. I just want you to stay safe. Not every situation is something you can fight your way out. Besides, you know that you are limited since your injury. A gun will be helpful. I care about keeping you safe.” Bellamy assured the brunette before kissing her sweetly on the cheek. After the kiss, he continued following her and thought about how she could help. “If you feel comfortable with the gun, you can help me teach. There will be only one of me. Any help you can offer is great.” The male mused as he walked beside his sister.

When they reached the camp, he listened to Octavia explain how useful Jasper could be in helping teach everyone how to use guns. That could work. “OK, I will ask him. Thank you for making the suggestion. You can help as well.” Kissing her forehead, not caring what anyone else thought, he found Jasper. Thankfully, the younger male was eager to help and did not take any convincing. When the male returned, he recruited Jasper and Octavia to gather all the weapons and help everyone set up targets not that far away. It was important that everyone learned not only about shooting a gun, but also handling it in general.
 
Everyone was split into groups. Bellamy had one group, Octavia had another, and Jasper had the third and final one. They all spread out over the camp and set up the targets. Before anyone was told to start shooting, lessons on the basics of using the gun's were given out and each person was required to show each group leader that they had understood the lesson before they moved on. This went on for a few hours, as different guns and bullets were used. Once everyone had been taught the basics about the guns and had been able to practice
for a few hours, shooting targets, they were all allowed to quit practicing and resume doing what they wanted.

The guards on the gate were switched out to give those that had been on the first shift a rest. A few of them were recruited into the cooking, and some others were made to go out
and try and find any type of supplies they could get their hands on. Octavia took one of the radios from Monty so that she could tell Bellamy that she was going to take it easy for a
bit and rest. She made herself scarce and decided that she would go back to her and Bellamy's room, going to sit down on their bed. The young woman tried to get comfortable and
in the end just settled for elevating her leg the tiniest bit, as raising her leg too high, hurt.

Her leg had started hurting while they were doing weapons training, but she'd toughed it out until the end. Now, she sat down on the bed and then winced as she straightened her leg
out on the bed and set her crutches aside. Her leg wasn't getting better. Physically, it wasn't ever going to do so. She knew that and hated it. Clarke had said as much, the last time
the blonde had examined her leg. But the pain wasn't lessening as much as Octavia had assumed it was supposed to. And the brunette couldn't help but worry that the condition of
her leg was getting worse each day.
 
The training was more efficient since there were three instructors in Bellamy, Jasper, and Octavia. Before shooting, everyone spread out equally and ensured there was enough distance and space where nobody was in any danger. The importance of handling a gun was critical as Bellamy ensured his group did not have live bullets until they learned how to properly load a gun. The bullets they used were some of the duds they found in one of the military underground supply vaults they had found. Not every bullet was usable so the ones that did not work were perfect for training purposes. They would graduate soon enough.

Finally, Bellamy allowed everyone to have live bullets and actually shoot at the targets. Not everyone showed prowess with the skill but some people really picked up well and they were valuable assets to have. Bellamy was happy about this and felt satisfied. After a long, but good day of practice, they were all dismissed and allowed to move on somewhere else. The dark-haired male packed away his training area and stored all the dummies away for later use when they did more lessons and taught more people how to shoot. Some were scared to handle guns but they would have to change.

Bellamy communicated with his sister, telling her that he understood and would be back by their room soon. In the mean time, he spoke with Jasper and asked him about his training group. It seemed he had similar results as the older male did and he was surprised with just how well Jasper was with a gun. After spending some time on watch, Bellamy was done for the night and walked through the camp until he found his room that he shared with Octavia. The male entered inside, seeing her resting her leg. “How are you feeling, O?” That was his first question, wanting to make sure that she was doing alright.
 
"I'm okay," Octavia told Bellamy, once he entered their room a few hours later. "I overdid it with my leg today, and I'm paying for it now. I switched out the guards on the gate
a few hours ago, chatted with Jasper about his session, and stole Monty's radio to talk to you. I've just been sitting here doing a lot of thinking. It's way too quiet in here," She
said and then laughed softly. A few moments later, the brunette turned serious. "There's something we need to talk about. Come sit down with me." She held out a hand to her
brother.

"Look, our relationship is unconventional at best and illegal at worst. Before this goes any farther between the two of us, I think you should do some serious thinking. About the
future and what you want from it. What you want out of this relationship between us." Octavia sighed softly. "If you even want our relationship to continue as it is. Look, I need
to say this so that you know what you're getting yourself into. I don't know if you've wanted kids. And if you did, I don't know if that's changed for you, now that we're together."

"Abby ran a full battery of tests on me a month before they sent us here. I can't get pregnant. I just felt like you needed to know. My body can't sustain a pregnancy. If I tried
to get pregnant, my body would immediately reject it." Once she had said what she needed to say, Octavia fell silent and released Bellamy's hand that she had been holding.
"So, before we do or say anything else with or to each other, you need to take time and come to grips with what this means." She laid back in the bed and pulled the blankets
over her body, staying quiet.
 
When Octavia told her brother there was something serious they needed to talk about, the male looked at her questioningly. He had no idea what she wanted to say. Nodding his head silently, Bellamy took Octavia’s hand that she offered and sat down with her onto the edge of the bed. “What’s on your mind, O?” He asked softly, letting their eyes lock together. Yes, their relationship was unconventional but that did not bother Bellamy. His eyes went wide and he watched as his sister said this and suddenly laid down in the bed, pulling the blankets over her body.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to respond, Octavia. Come back here.” Bellamy whispered quietly, reaching to pull the blankets off her body, pulling the brunette to sit beside of him again the way she was before she went away. There was not much thinking that he needed to do. It showed his feelings did not change with this new information. “I agree, Octavia. Our relationship is unconventional. I wouldn’t have it any other way. From this relationship, all I want is you for the rest of my life. I’m in love with you and nothing will change my opinion.”

This last sentence was spoken certainly and he looked deep into her eyes so she knew. “I will be honest. The thought about having children never crossed my mind, not even before we started this. It seems like we don’t even have to worry about that since you can’t get pregnant. That won’t change how I feel about you, O. Nothing will. I want to be with you forever. I told you that before we started this relationship and I am sticking true to that. I promise that will never change.” He whispered, wrapping both arms around her tightly. “How do you feel about it? Not being able to get pregnant? What did you want?” He asked softly, figuring he should ask just to hear her opinion.
 
Octavia hugged her brother back, just as tightly as he hugged her. "I wanted it all," She said softly, simply and then shrugged. "I wanted you. I wanted kids, maybe not this minute, but eventually. I wanted a family. I wanted to give both of us that. A child that would grow up normal, and knowing that we love him or her. I know that everyone ignores that we're together, well, except for Clarke and Jason. But everyone else in camp does, because they don't know how to react to it. Incest has always been against the law. And sure, we're on Earth now. But I have a feeling their feelings on the subject haven't changed."

"But it doesn't matter anymore, it's a moot point. I just.. needed to tell you before we started making plans for the future, if that's even what you want.. for us to have a future together. Obviously, I've assumed a lot here. If we were a normal couple, I'd offer up a couple of suggestions that have come to mind, but it's not a good idea for those ideas to happen now. And besides that, I highly doubt I'd get an agreement out of you, or the others I have in mind." A few moments later, the younger brunette stopped talking and fell silent. She reached out
and cupped Bellamy's face in her hands, kissing him gently.

Octavia moved to lay back in the bed, pulling her brother's body over hers as they continued to kiss. She made short work of Bellamy's shirt, just needing him in that moment. The younger brunette didn't want to talk about how messed up her life was right now. All that mattered was that they enjoy this time they had together, because there was no telling how
long they would survive here on Earth. Once they had separated to get rid of Bellamy's shirt, she moved onto his pants, practically ripping the fabric in her rush to get it off his body.
 
It broke Bellamy’s heart when Octavia said everything she wanted. Wanting to have children but her body being unable to get pregnant was heartbreaking. It did make him happy that she wanted everything with him. Sure, it might have taken time to convince Bellamy to have kids but he was sure it was something he would see the good in, especially with his sister. “I am so sorry, Octavia. I had no idea about any of this. I wish I could help but I know I can’t. I don’t care what everyone thinks about incest or our relationship. Nothing will ever change how I feel about you. I promise you that, Octavia. The male was serious and hoped she understood.

His mind was wandering now and he was curious. “Come on, Octavia. You can’t tell me you have ideas and then not suggest them. You don’t know what I am or am not open to. I love you and I want a future with you. I want to hear what you have in mind. Fuck what everyone else thinks.” The male whispered with a smile but was caught off guard when she kissed him instead. As much as he wanted this, they needed to talk. While they were undressing one another, he continued talking. “Octavia, we will do this. After, though, we are going to talk and you’re going to tell me everything. Promise me that.” He whispered against her mouth.

The last thing he wanted was for Octavia to feel afraid of talking to him. After making this point clear, Bellamy kept kissing her, ripping off her shirt and pants just as quickly as she worked on his own. When they were both only clad in their undergarments, the male started kissing her neck again, the smile growing wider on his face. They could talk after this but now Bellamy also wanted to forget about everything and only think about his beautiful, wonderful sister.
 
"Let's just say that you and Jason would probably be in complete agreement about something for the second time in your lives and your reaction would be to say no. And I'll leave it at that for now." She fell silent and then listened as Bellamy spoke, nodding along with what he said. It was true, it shouldn't matter what anyone else thought or said, but the truth was,
it did. The others in camp were their friends, and Octavia didn't want to risk screwing things up in camp just because she was feeling selfish. As she kissed Bellamy's lips, she decided
to get it out in the open now instead of later.

"You know that Jason's my best friend. And well, even though I blamed Clarke at first and hated her, I don't feel that way anymore. We're not best friend's or anything like that, and
never will be. But we get along a lot better since she was nice enough to help me when I needed it." Octavia rubbed a hand over the back of her neck nervously. "Clarke and Jason
are the only other people in camp that I'm close to, besides you, Bell. I was going to consider asking Clarke if she would be a surrogate.. for us. I just didn't know how you would
feel."

"About kids in the first place, and then about Clarke carrying a baby for us. And then not to mention if Clarke would even agree to it, and then if Jason would even agree to it. It
wouldn't be done the old fashion way. You wouldn't sleep with Clarke. You'd jerk off into a container and then we'd use artificial insemination to get her pregnant. Since the rest
of the Ark crashed, we have the supplies. And since Clarke's worked in medical with her mother for years, I'm sure she'd know what to do. It's just a matter of getting consent
from the three of you."
 
Bellamy had no idea what Jason could do for them. With that in mind, he realized that Octavia was going to talk now instead of later. He nodded and stopped kissing her, listening to what she had to say. The male noticed how nervous she was and he could not imagine what was happening in her mind. Plus, he was not sure how Jason and Clarke would play a role into these things. He was completely surprised when she suggested Clarke act as a surrogate mother. This was not common but Bellamy had heard of this happening before. However, he did not know how he felt about it.

It was so much to take in and Bellamy chewed on his lower lip. “I don’t know. We’ll have to think about it. We’ll talk about it.” Bellamy might be okay with this, but he must think over it first. This was not something that he could agree to immediately. The male looked into her eyes and kissed her on the lips. “See, Octavia? You can talk to me about anything. Don’t feel like you can’t say anything.” He whispered into her ear with a bright smile. He loved having this open relationship.

Now, he looked down at the young woman. They were ready to get back having their fun. He continued undressing her, working on her undergarments next. Once that was removed, he started kissing and sucking around Octavia’s nipples, moaning against her skin. It felt so damn good and he loved this after a long days of hard work. Plus, he wanted nothing more than to make Octavia forget about her nerves and worries. This seemed like the best way.
 
Octavia moaned as Bellamy finished undressing her and started sucking on her nipples. The time for more talking would be later. Right now, the only thing that mattered was the two
of them and the love and lust they felt for each other. She knew that her brother was using sex as a means to distract her, and that was okay. Sometimes the young woman knew that she needed to be pulled out of her head, out of dark thoughts, and worries that seemed to never go away. The brunette might act like not much bothered her, but it was just a mask she wore for everyone.

A means of protecting herself. The only person who saw through it was Bellamy, and only because he was her brother and the most important person in her life. "I love you," She said softly, grabbing his chin, and then pulling his face back up to meet hers, pressing her lips against his as she kissed him. A few moments later, Octavia moved her hands to his waist and pulled down his boxers, taking them off and tossing them aside. "Okay, no more talking. Just love me.." The young woman said softly, once they had both gotten rid of the rest of their clothes.

She pulled back from the kiss and started to kiss his neck, and then made little firm bites on his neck, then licking the bites to soothe them. As Octavia kissed, bit down onto his neck, and licked the skin to soothe it, she resumed kissing the skin. Just enjoying doing this with her brother. The young brunette propped up her damaged leg on a pillow, then laid back in
the bed, and pulled Bellamy's body over hers, ready for them to make love again. With her damaged leg out of the way and taken care of, she was ready for more fun with her brother.
 
Bellamy loved listening to Octavia moan. It was like music to his ears. Not long after this started, Bellamy had forgotten about everything else. None of that dark, scary thinking entered into Bellamy’s mind. The threats they faced outside these walls were nonexistent right now. During the kiss, he listened to her with a smile as he helped move the boxers off his body and now his hands started to working on her breasts, removing her bra before her underwear was pulled off not long afterwards. It did not take long for the male to become aroused as the sight of a nude Octavia was enough to create arousal.

“Ok. No more talking. Just love.” Bellamy affirmed the woman with a soft smile, looking deep into her eyes before gently rubbing his hand across her soft face. Then, he nuzzled their noses together and sighed softly, unable to resist her. “I thought about this most of the day.” He admitted with a half-smile. She never left his mind and as fun as it was teaching everyone how to keep themselves safe, Bellamy just wanted to be back with his sister and in her arms. That was the only thing he wanted anyways.

Now that they were both nude, Bellamy was ready for the fun to begin. He slowly started kissing down her neck and his hands gripped her breasts firmly, squeezing her chest as he slowly started rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance. That did not last long as the male suddenly shoved forward, sliding his girth inside of Octavia. It drew another moan from his lips and he started to move back and forth, thrusting deep inside her and pulling back when he reached the deepest part of her walls. God, it was so arousing!
 
"I think about this all the time," Octavia admitted as well. "I never knew that people could really have sex on the brain all the time.." She said with a laugh, that turned into a moan once Bellamy finally slipped inside of her. The younger brunette kissed her brother's lips, moaning softly and sliding her tongue into his mouth, tasting him and moving her body against his as they made each other feel amazing. "I never get tired of seeing you naked. And knowing that all of the other girl's in camp want to jump your bones but can't, well, that's both hot and amazing."

"I get to have you all to myself and I never have to worry about losing you to some girlfriend or wife that I might or might not like. I always worried about that, along with worrying about either or both of us getting floated. But now all of that fear and worry is gone, and it's just us, just as it was meant to be." The young woman stopped talking a moment later,
and just resumed kissing Bellamy. Sometimes, she tended to talk too much, and usually that was okay. But this time called for silence, as they showed each other, how much the
other meant to them.

Their kisses grew rougher as Octavia encouraged her brother without words, to get rough with her. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her, but the idea of them getting a bit rough with
each other was hot, and the younger brunette was definitely down to try anything once. Well, almost anything. Anything that was out there or really kinky, she had a feeling that it
would take Bellamy having to talk her into it. But so far, nothing really kinky had come up, which was good. However, if something came up and her brother really wanted to do it,
she was willing to try anything at least once, to please him.
 
It made Bellamy happy knowing that Octavia thought he was so attractive. The male knew he was good looking but he was never arrogant about it. Still, there was only one person he cared about thinking that he was attractive, and it was Octavia. With a smile on his face, he kept kissing her and he felt the same way about her. “I love having you to myself, too. I always worried about how jealous I would be when you started dating. We have nothing to worry about now. You are mine. I am yours. Nobody will ever change that, O. I love you so much.”

He continued kissing her and he was so happy. He noticed the change in the kiss when she was trying to make this rougher. The male did not need any words to tell him what to do because he took the lead right during that moment. Suddenly, Bellamy gripped both of Octavia’s arms and pinned them above her head and onto the mattress. His hands kept wrapped around her wrists. Soon enough, they were crossed above her head and both arms were pinned by only one of his hands. Bellamy’s second hand reached into her dark hair, roughly pulling on the strands, a smirk growing on his face.

Not only were his hands getting rougher with his sister, but his thrusting actions were as well. His long, thick cock continued to violently slam harder inside of Octavia, his cock reaching new depths inside of her tight pussy, ripping her walls open. He was moaning louder now, kissing her neck, sucking gently on her neck, leaving dark love bites and hickeys for her to see and for everyone to see. The male smiled against her neck and soon the sound of their hips slapping one another filled the room. This was rougher than they have ever done before.
 
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