A/N: I'm sorry this took me a bit I was hospitalized for about 5 days and this was nearly written when I had to go in!

As a sidenote, if you're leaving me aggressive/rude guest reviews your review won't be posted. Constructive criticism is welcomed but negativity is not. I am aware that this story focuses on a toxic relationship between a brother and sister. The phrase "Jon is pure af" in the description just means that there will be none of the usual dark!Jon themes. As I hope you've all noted Jon has green eyes in this version, he's in love with his sister but he's not a killing machine. If you're going through the trouble to look through my stories and leave negative reviews then I suggest you go elsewhere.


She had a ton of things to do that day. She had to go to the gynecologist and get tested for STDs, she was not going to enjoy that. She'd just spent 3 days in detox. She hadn't been able to stop drinking and Jon had put his foot down (not to mention the psychiatrist had threatened to have an ambulance cart her off when she showed up at noon completely wasted). If they were going to have a baby then she needed to be sober. Of course, she couldn't say anything to anyone. She pulled open the door to her gynecologist's office. There were three very pregnant women in the waiting room. She checked in and picked up a magazine to flip through. She didn't have to wait long, thankfully.

Her visit to the gynecologist was prompted by Jon saying that he wouldn't fuck her without a rubber. He'd gone yesterday to their general practitioner to be tested for STDs.

Detox was shitty but luckily she didn't have to stay very long. They took blood from Clary to test for things a vaginal swab wouldn't get. She even got the 20 minute HIV mouth swab done. The doctor said she was negative for HIV and she left.

She had managed to make security wait in the car but they had to bring her right back home. She hated being on lockdown like this. She was taking a leave of absence from school, to get her shit straight. She didn't know what she thought of Jonathan's plan.

She walked in the front door of the house and told security to get lost. She wandered down to Jonathan's loft and opened the door. "Jon?"

"Yeah! I'm in the bedroom!" She smirked.

She jogged to the bedroom and saw he was fidgeting with something. She jumped up onto his back and he gasped as if she'd hit him. She slid off his back as he jammed the drawer shut. "Christ Clarissa you scared me!" Jon exclaimed.

"What are you so keen for me to not see?" She said suspiciously.

"Nothing!" He sat down on the bed and pulled her into his lap. "How did the doctor's go?" He asked her.

"Fine. They took blood and did a god awful swab. She told me I was HIV negative because I did the cheek test."

"That's a good start," Jonathan said encouragingly.

Clary's phone started to trill Taylor Swift and she sighed. "That's Jace. He's been calling nonstop since I got out yesterday."

"Pick it up," Jonathan said, taking her phone in his hand.

"Relationships are so complicated!" Clary sighed.

Jonathan held her tighter. "You have to talk to him."

Taylor Swift's Love Song was just about to end and Clary slid her thumb over the answer button. "Hello, Jace."

"Hey! I've been trying to get ahold of you. Your brother actually called me to say you had to go to detox. Are you ok?"

"I'm not sure why you care." She said bitterly. Jonathan pinched her arm.

"Of course I care about you Clary, I love you," Jace said honestly.

"Do you want to talk about why you left me alone for 3 days then?" Clary snapped.

"Geez, I had things going on with court and my lawyers for the DWI."

"Oh." She felt bad now, she wanted to apologize.

"Oh is right. Why did your brother call me?" Jace asked

"I think he knew I was missing you," Clary said as Jon gave her a thumbs up.

"Aww, babe. I missed you too. Can we get dinner?"

"Yeah of course, but it needs to be at a place that doesn't serve liquor and I have to bring Jon with me I think. I don't know, he's in over protective big brother bear mode." Jon smirked at her.

"Where do you want to go? I can't think of any nice places that don't serve alcohol."

"Honestly?" Clary paused, "Indian sounds good. The curry place down the street doesn't serve alcohol."

"Ok sounds good. I'll see you there at 7?"

"Sounds good babe. Tell your brother I wanna bury the hatchet between us too. Fighting with your brother is completely pointless."

"Ok, I'll tell him and I'll see you then, bye babe." She didn't wait for him to respond and hung up.


The little Indian place on the corner by the penthouse was nice. It was clean, unlike so many New York restaurants. In the corner of the front of the restaurant, Jace was sitting, fiddling with his phone.

She ran in, with Jon in tow. She kissed Jace hello and Jon and Jace shook hands. "Clarissa said you wanted to end the drama between us?"

"Yep."

"That sounds like a good plan to me."

"What do you want to get guys?" Clary grabbed a menu and flipped to the vegetarian section. In addition to turning a new page in the book of sobriety, she was trying to eat better as well. She didn't need to lose weight or anything she just wanted to eat smarter.

Jon went up and grabbed two more menus for himself and Jace. The boys resolved to share a plate of chicken tikka masala (spicy chicken in curry) and Clary got the aloo gobi (potatoes and cauliflower in curry) the man at the front told them it would be twenty minutes. They sat back down and Jonathan winked at Clary. There were a few other couples in there but they didn't seem to be paying attention.

"So Clarissa and I wanted to talk to you about something." Jon started.

"Ok." Jace seemed completely open.

"We need you to sign this first." He pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen from his back pocket and handed it to Jace.

Jace looked it over quickly and saw that it was an NDA. "Uhm… guys, I'm sure whatever you have to tell me doesn't require a contract for me to keep mum about it." He said a bit mystified.

Clary flushed. "Yes, it does. Please sign and then we can talk about this."

Jace seemed wary and picked up the pen and signed his name. Jon took the paperback and leaned in so he wouldn't be overheard. "Clarissa and I are fucking."

Jace smirked. "I could've told you that. She looks at you like you're her whole world. Clary has never looked at me like that."

Clary's shoulders slumped. "I thought you were going to tweak."

"No. I knew that right after we started dating. It's always just been a part of you that I've accepted. Is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Not exactly." Clary looked nervous. "Jonathan and I want to start a family. I'm 21 and he's 22, that's plenty old enough to start. But I would need someone to pose as the father…"

Jace looked shocked. "Let me get this right, you want Jon to get you pregnant and you want me to pose as the father?"

"Yes, will you do it? We're prepared to offer you any sum of money you care to name for your… services." Clary said.

"Money doesn't matter to me," Jace said disparagingly. "Is this what you want Clary?"

"Yes," She said, gripping Jace's hand on the table.

"Then I'll do it. Does this mean… you and me are... done?"

Jon jumped in, "Until Clarissa can figure things out I'm agreeing to have an open relationship, given that the only person she has unprotected sex with is me."

Jace nodded. "You're sure this is what you want?" Jace said and gripped Clary's hand a bit harder.

"Yes, I'm sure," Clary said, resolutely.

"Then I'll do it. I've only ever wanted to make you happy." Jace said leaning in and kissing her cheek.


The three of them split after dinner. Jace wanted to go out clubbing and obviously, Clary couldn't go with him. A part of her really missed him. She didn't know how to explain to him that she still had feelings for him and that she was capable of loving two people at once.

Watching Jace pull out of his parking spot on the street and zip off into traffic made her heartache. Jonathan was holding her hand and he squeezed it lightly.

"I want to go workout… want to join?"

"Yeah sure." She sighed, Clary turned back toward their penthouse.

They walked in silence and when they got into the elevator Jon pressed the button for the 30th floor. Clary stood next to her brother and slipped her hand into the back pocket of his jeans. "Are you feeling me up?" Jon asked with a grin.

"No… but I could if you want me to?" Clary said and added. "If you stop the elevator we can have a very hot quickie."

Jon pointed to the left-hand corner of the elevator. "There are cameras."

"That's no fun." Clary sighed. The elevator dinged for their floor.


Jon was running on the treadmill, goddamn he was fast. He had the treadmill set at eight-point three and he was barely sweating. This was a good reason to not workout with her brother. She was in good shape but all the partying had been bad for her endurance. She was trotting along with the treadmill on six miles per hour. She was pouring sweat and she'd only been running for 25 minutes. She hated sweating so much. Jon was running without a shirt which was probably the one benefit to this whole ordeal.

"How does running feel?" Jon asked her.

"It" She huffed for breath, "Feels" Huff. "Like. Huff. "I'm." Huff. "Dying."

He leaned over and slowed down her treadmill. "You should be able to have a conversation while you workout or else you're working too hard. How long has it been since you ran?"

"Like six," Huff. "Months?" She was able to breathe a little easier now. She didn't want to admit that smoking weed and the occasional cigarette was probably what was getting to her right now. Her lungs burned with every inhale. It was awful.

"Damn Clarissa you've got to take better care of yourself if we're going to have a healthy kid."

"Shut up."She said, lowering her treadmill another two points. "I'm fine."

"I think you should run a 5k this fall."

"A what?" She kept lowering her treadmill until it was at three and a half miles an hour. Jon was going strong still. She'd managed to run for 30 minutes before wimping out.

"A 5-kilometer run. It's about three miles. I'm sure there's a bunch in Central Park."

"Oh ok."

He paused his treadmill and hopped onto the side rails. He squirted water into his mouth and swallowed. Now that she wasn't working so hard she couldn't talk she could take in his body.

Jon was broad shouldered and without a doubt had a beautiful body. His pecs were defined and you could see the outline of the muscle in his abs. He had an eight-pack, not a six-pack, the muscles were so defined she could literally see each one. "Jon how did I not notice it before… you look really good."

He looked up at her and smiled, a real smile. "I love you."

"I love you too." She said back to him.

"C'mon let's work on strength."

"Oh my fucking god. You're killing me."

"No, I just want you to be strong and healthy."

"Sure, Jon."

He tossed her the lightest medicine ball in the training room and she caught it. "How much does this weigh Jon?"

"It's four and a half pounds."

"Oh ok, I can handle that."

"Mhmm." Jon sat down on a mat and said, "we're going to do situps."

"With the medicine ball."

"Yikes. Sounds like it could be difficult."

"You're going to toss the ball to me when you're done."

"So like, sit up, toss the ball to you then you do a sit up and you toss it back to me?"

"Yes. You've got it."

"Ok."

They did the sit up and throw the ball thing for about ten minutes. She had a feeling this was very easy for Jon, however, she was mildly nauseous when they were done. She was soaked with sweat when they were done and it was getting late.

"Was that too much for you?" He asked her.

She sighed a long-suffering sigh, "A bit yeah."

He laughed lightly and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "How does a shower sound?"

"Shower sex too?"

"Nah I want to take my time with you in bed."

"Ok," Clary said with a smirk.


Clary climbed into bed. She was exhausted and she wanted a drink. Jon climbed into bed after her and pulled the covers up. He set the alarm clock for eight and rolled over to her.

"Now," His hand brushed her bare thigh. Jonathan always insisted that they sleep naked for easy access (especially in the morning) and Clary was always happy to oblige, "You were such a good girl today."

Clary would be the first to admit she had a tiny praise kink. "Mmm thank you, babe."

"You want me to make you feel good?" Jonathan asked his sister.

"Yeah, do it."

Jonathan disappeared between the sheets and settled between Clary's thighs. He ran his thumbs up and down her inner thighs and licked a lineup and down her slit. "You taste so good."

"Mmm…" Clary moaned.

He pressed a finger into her slit and lapped long strokes at Clary's clit. She wondered if life could possibly get any better. Sure, she had some strife in her life right now, she was going to have a bit of a hard time stopping drinking and she was nervous about her STD tests but they were going to have a baby they were going to bring new life into the world. Her heart soared.

Jonathan sucked lovingly on her clit, he always took his time with her and she felt so loved and adored. Considering they were siblings you would think sex could be awkward between them but it never was. Jonathan was a complete gentleman. They made eye contact for a moment and they spoke without words. Clary sat up on the pillow and pulled him close to her, so his body was covering hers. He reached to the night table and she heard foil crinkle.

His cock was at her entrance and she bucked her hips upward making him slip into her. They both moaned rather loudly. He felt so good inside her, she could've sworn they fit together like a lock and key. He pushed into her all the way. His cock was just long enough to touch her cervix. She loved the way it stung just slightly. He held himself there for just a moment before starting slow, almost teasing strokes in and out of her. She looked into his eyes, they were blown wide with love and affection for her, she imagined hers were much the same. She kissed him hard, ruthlessly, she needed him to be as close to her body as he was in her heart. His strokes quickened and she found herself meeting his every stroke. She broke the kiss to say, "Oh god, Jonathan. It's so good."

"Shh, I know." Jonathan kissed her in return and sped up his strokes.

Soon enough Clary could feel her pleasure building and the coil of warmth in her belly was about to snap. Jon's strokes were getting erratic. She pulled his ear close to her mouth and whispered. "I want you to put a little baby inside me. I want you to fuck me and get me pregnant."

Jonathan groaned her name and snapped his hips into her hard, one, two, three more times and then he was cumming. Clary screamed Jon's name as he pushed her over the edge and she could feel her muscles clench around him, milking his cock.

Jon pulled out, still panting and disposed of the condom in the bathroom. He came back and licked her pussy clean. When he was done and she was still recovering from all the stimulus of Jon licking her clean she pulled him close to her. Her fingers ran over the sleek lines of his abs. "I love you, Jonathan."

"I love you too." Jonathan held her close to him. She could feel sleep stealing her over. She fell asleep in his arms, head on his shoulder.