Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.
Title: "Leave the lights on"
In the last chapter: After Arnold had confessed his feelings for Helga, it left his stepsister in quite the predicament because she wasn't sure how she felt about it. After consulting Phoebe about it, she only got more confused. She requested Arnold not to touch her or talk to her all day to the boy's dismay and confusion.
Later that evening though, Helga kisses Arnold again and explains to him that she wanted to test her own feelings for him. She admitted she still didn't know how she feels, but she also told him not to give up on her just yet.
Author's 1st note: Don't know how I managed to get this written so fast, my head considered… Perhaps I'm starting to feel better? :D Anyways! Naughty chapter ahead ;)
[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]
Chapter 12: "Something you can pause"
"So, class. Please remember to pack your bags in time before our trip. We're leaving at 9am sharp this Saturday. You'll be left behind if you're not in time at the train station." Their homeroom teacher told them just before the bell rang. "Remember to pack warm clothing! It'll snow this weekend."
"I think we've all heard about the snowstorm already." Sid said and looked at Helga who was quick to stand up. He stood up as well and put his arm over her. "If we get snowed in, you can always come to me if you wanna get warm."
"I'd rather die from hypothermia." Helga answered before tightening her hold around Sid's wrist. He groaned in pain and let go of her shoulders.
He shot her a bit of a dirty look as he rubbed his sore wrist, but he also started grinning. "I believe your temper will keep you warm enough." He stated. Helga just rolled her eyes and gestured for Arnold to follow her. He did so, obediently, after waving at their classmates.
They walked in silence for a while until they were out on the street. "I think Sid is starting to like you…" Arnold mumbled, observing Helga for her reaction.
"Thank you, captain Obvious. I'll tell you when I need to be reminded that I'm a mammal." Helga joked and bumped her shoulder against his. "Boys like Sid tend to like me for a bit because they like the challenge they see when they look in my eyes. He'll get over it soon enough when he realizes he's not getting anywhere with me."
"You don't know Sid like I do; he's stubborn."
"Well, it doesn't really matter, does it?"
"How doesn't it matter?" Arnold asked in disbelief. He knew Helga was still unsure about her feelings for him, but surely it mattered if someone else liked her as well?
Helga smirked at him, stopped walking and leaned down to his eyelevel. "I have zero interest in him, Football Head. You have all of it." She said and nuzzled her nose against his. He blushed furiously as he watched her continue her walk towards their house. With a few words she could make him so unbelievably happy. It was almost scary.
Arnold quickly caught up with Helga and looked down at her hand. God, what he wouldn't give to take it and just walk with her hand-in-hand out on the streets… but there was a difference between a brief touch among their noses and having their fingers tangled on the way home. The latter was much riskier if they got caught; they couldn't possibly explain that if someone who knew them saw them like that. He decided to forget that thought and try to engage a conversation with her.
"Oh, shit!" Helga suddenly exclaimed, which caused Arnold to jolt at the loud sound. "Phoebe said she wanted to talk to me about something after school. She's waiting for me in the yard."
"Oh, you gotta hurry back then."
"Yeah, she's probably still there. Sorry, Arnold. I'll see you at home later, ok?" Helga said and started walking backwards. He nodded at her and waved before she did the same and then she took off like a bullet down the street. He thought she should really consider joining the track team; she had the stamina and the speed for it, but he had a feeling she didn't have much of an interest in competing in a sport. It'd probably feel like walking down the same path as her sister.
"So, Phoebs." Helga said before jumping onto said girl's bed and then turned to look at her. "What did you want to talk about?"
Phoebe seemed uncharacteristically shy as she sat down at the end of her own bed near Helga's feet. The blonde girl said up straight, waiting for her best friend to talk. "Um…" Phoebe mumbled. "What do you, uh… You've known our classmates for a bit longer than I have so I guess I was just wondering… what you think of them?"
Helga quirked an eyebrow. That's an odd question. She thought. "Uh, depends on who you want to know about specifically. I've got different opinions about them all."
"Um… I know what you think about people like Rhonda, Lila, Sid, Arnold - - "
"Is this actually about me?" Helga asked with a smirk on her face.
"No… No. I'm, uh…"
"Stalling for time?"
"… You know me too well." Phoebe admitted.
Helga snickered as she moved to sit next to the shorter girl. "Indeed I do. So… who is it you really want my opinion about?" she asked curiously.
"Um… what's your opinion about… Gerald…?" Phoebe asked as she turned her face away from her friend. Said blonde friend blinked a couple of times in surprise.
Then she smirked knowingly. "Ooh, has Gerald been making the moves on you since Rhonda's party?" she asked, but Phoebe didn't answer; not that she had expected her to. "I guess he has, huh? Man, we are quite the four-leaf-clover, aren't we?"
"What do you mean?" Phoebe asked and finally looked at the blonde.
"You've got something going on with Gerald who is the best friend of my stepbrother who happens to be the boy I've got something going on with. Wanna double-date?" Helga joked and laughed.
Phoebe laughed herself though in a shyer manner. "So… it doesn't feel weird to you that I, uh… kinda like him a little bit?"
"Be my guest. But, Phoebe, I gotta warn you… Gerald seem kinda like a ladies' man. Though I could always ask Arnold if he knows anything?" Helga suggested, but before Phoebe could answer she had already pulled her phone out of her pocket.
"Wait. Are you asking Arnold now?! I-I'm not sure about this - - "
Helga hushed her. "It's ringing." She told her and waited for a bit. After a couple of rings, she frowned. "Sheesh. Usually doesn't take him this long to - - "
"H-Hello, Helga? Uh, w-what is it?"
Helga turned to look at Phoebe who was staring back at her with just as much of a blank expression. "Uh, you ok, bro?" Helga asked, noticing the heavy way Arnold was breathing.
"Huh? Oh, y-yeah. I was just, uh, napping when you called and the phone scared me." Arnold panted. Helga knitted her eyebrows together and looked questioningly at Phoebe who simply shrugged. "Helga, what did you want?"
"Oh! Uh, I was wondering something; do you know if Gerald likes Phoebe?"
"That's too blunt!" Phoebe whispered in shock.
Helga quickly covered her phone with her hand. "Blunt is the only language Arnold gets. He's too dense to take a hint." She whispered back and put her phone to her ear.
"Is… Is that what Phoebe wanted to talk to you about?" Arnold asked and Phoebe shot Helga a bit of a dirty look. The blonde simply shrugged innocently though. "Well, you can tell her not to worry… Gerald really likes Phoebe so… if she's thinking of asking him out, I can only encourage it."
Phoebe was beaming at Arnold's answer. "Well then." Helga said with a wide grin on her face. "Seems like our besties will soon be dating." She finished and started laughing. Phoebe tried to shoosh Helga, but it was in vain.
The girls heard Arnold laugh halfheartedly on the other side of the line. "I'm looking forward to see that." He said. "Uh… if there was nothing else, Helga, do you mind if I get back to my nap?"
"Sure… go back to your nap." Helga said before hanging up. She looked suspiciously at Phoebe. "That wasn't the voice of someone who was sleeping, was it?"
Phoebe shook her head shyly. "I would say that it sounded more as if we interrupted his…" she coughed. "alone time."
"Well, son of a bitch." Helga said and shoved her phone back into her pocket before lying down on the bed. "I guess I have given him some, uh… images that might encourage that."
"Images? Helga, what have you done?" Phoebe asked with a bit of a curious smile though it was plenty innocent.
The blonde smirked. "Oh, nothing big, really. I've, uh… Let's just say my hand isn't virgin anymore."
"Your hand…" Phoebe mumbled and processed the information for a moment and then bit on her lower lip. "How does it feel?" she asked almost in a whisper.
"Phoebe!" Helga shrieked in surprise and started laughing.
"I-I'm just curious!"
"Hey, I'm not blaming you." The blonde insisted. "How it feels, you ask… Warmer than I thought. Like, physically hotter. I guess it was harder than I expected to, but honestly, the memory is a bit of a blur. Everything was so… heated." She continued and bit on her lower lip. After a short moment of silence she stood up. "You know what? I'm in the mood to interrupt Arnold in his alone time."
"Oh, Helga…" Phoebe said in a snicker as the blonde walked towards the door. "That's so mean." She finished and Helga turned to shoot her a slanted look. Phoebe sighed. "Of course. What was I thinking?"
Helga did her best to greet Miles and Miriam quietly once she reached her house. She had run all the way, working purely on the energizing thought of what Arnold was doing, hopefully with her picture in mind. She was out of breath once she walked into her home, but Miles and Miriam were too busy to notice. They were looking through some papers and Helga didn't care what they were for so she simple jogged up the stairs.
Before heading into Arnold's room though, Helga went into her own. In public, she wore her usual hooded sweatshirts, but she preferred something less hot when she was at home – even if the weather was cold outside. She threw her sweatshirt off and grabbed the taffy pink tank top she had lying on her bed. She quickly pulled it over her head and then walked to Arnold's room. She leaned her ear against the door and verified that he was indeed still in there… and if she was right in her assumption from before, he hadn't finished yet.
Helga lifted her hand to knock, but then rolled her eyes. She wasn't a polite girl and Arnold knew that; besides, it'd be funnier if he didn't know what was coming. She grabbed the door handle and walked inside just in time to see Arnold fall off his bed and out of her sight.
"Helga!" Arnold screamed and showed his face behind the bed.
"Napping, huh?" Helga asked in incredulity as she noticed Arnold grabbing his pants, which were by the end of the bed. She closed the door behind her, locking it as he got dressed; that's what it looked like at least even though all she could see was a pair of feet going through the pants.
"I-I, uh… I was, um… I was napping before…" Arnold insisted and appeared from behind the bed. He put his arms on the bed, trying to look casual, but his cheeks were flushed and his hair was tussled.
"Kinda a restless sleep with the way you're looking. What were you dreaming about, Football Head?" Helga asked as she walked towards him, like a lioness cornering its prey.
"N-Nothing." Arnold insisted and looked away.
"Uh-huh. I'll believe that when that boner of yours goes away." Helga said after she sat on his bed and was now literally looking down at him. He was cowering under her sight, but he didn't move away. "You weren't really napping when I called, were you?"
Arnold looked away in mortification. "I… woke up about a minute before you called."
"Uh-huh. So were you dreaming something?"
Arnold still refused to look at her even as he nodded. "About… About what happened last night… though I guess my imagination decided to add a few things and when I woke up, I was already, uh…" he whispered, but then held his tongue.
"Added a few things. Interesting… So you were doing the dirty deed all by yourself?" Helga asked and bit on her lower lip seductively. She heard him gulp in shame and she chuckled lowly. "Oh, Arnold…" she said in an ethereal voice and grabbed him by his collar, yanking him up to her eyelevel. "Why would you do something so amazing by yourself?"
Arnold gulped audibly at the intense way Helga was looking at him even through half-lidded eyes. "You… weren't here…" he answered truthfully despite his cheeks being painted in such a red color even tomatoes would be jealous.
Helga giggled at the hidden compliment. "I guess that's true," She said before encouraging him to sit up on the bed with her. "but I'm here now." She reminded him before her lips met his. He sat on his knees in front of her, his hands going to her arms a little shyly. He could feel one of her arms move and surely enough, he soon felt the pressure from her hand on his still hardened flesh.
"Helga…" Arnold moaned and moved his mouth away from hers, biting down on his lip as he automatically bucked against her hand.
"Seems like me coming in here didn't exactly help you relax…"
"Well, you're… you're kinda the problem to begin with so - - " Arnold defended, but cut his sentence short when Helga grabbed his hair and pulled his head backwards until his neck was exposed to her.
"My fault…?" Helga questioned before licking his throat hungrily, eliciting another groan from him. "I guess so…" she admitted before letting completely go of him. He tilted his head forward to look at her just in time for her to grab at his neck and push him down on the bed face first. He shrieked in surprise, but went quiet when he felt her sit on the back of thighs. He could feel her breathing into his ear and he had to hold back a moan. "How about we play a game again today?"
Oh, no… Arnold thought, remembering the slight pain from yesterday's game, but his curiosity was greater than his anxiety. "What… W-What kind of game?" he asked, moving his head to the side to look at her.
Helga leaned to the side to be able to look at him. "I'm smiling." She told him before licking his cheek. "That alone should scare you."
Oh, God. Arnold thought as he felt Helga move away. He watched her crawling towards his nightstand and she pulled out a package with cards in the drawer. "Cards?"
"You choose the game and I'll add some new rules to it." Helga suggested as she waved the box of cards in her hand.
Arnold looked at her suspiciously. "Is it good to win or lose in those rules of yours?" he asked, but she simply shrugged. She's clearly not going to tell me what she has in mind until I've chosen a game… He thought and considered his options for a bit. Then he smiled confidently at her. "Go fish."
"Go fish?" Helga repeated in surprise, but then shrugged before sitting in front of Arnold. "Well then, we both know the original rules, but in my version, the game will be a hell of a lot shorter. Now… how many pieces of clothing are you wearing?"
"Huh?" Arnold muttered in surprise, but then thought for a second. "Um… five, I guess. Shirt, pants, a pair of socks - - "
"And your underwear." Helga stated casually, which Arnold simply nodded at. "Hmm…" she muttered thoughtfully and looked down at herself. "I'm wearing six…" she stated pensively before swinging her left leg in front of herself and grabbing her knee-high black stocking under her pants.
"What are you doing?" Arnold asked curiously before Helga threw her sock away somewhere at the far end of the bed.
"Now we're equal. It wouldn't be fair if one of us wore more clothes than the other, would it?" Helga pointed out and winked in Arnold's direction when he realized what she was getting at. Oh, God. This is a strip game, isn't it? He thought just before she explained the very simple change in the rules. "Whenever you're told to go fish, you'll have to remove a piece of clothing."
"That'll be a really short game then!"
"You chicken?"
Arnold frowned at Helga's comment. "No, I'm actually pretty good at this game, that's why I chose it." He told her confidently.
Helga quirked an eyebrow at that statement and smirked. "Uh-huh."
"But…" Arnold said and looked towards his door. "What if our parents decide to check on us?"
"They almost never do that, Arnold, why would they? They won't be here until dinner is ready and since they are buried in a pile of papers they need for the wedding, it'll probably be a while. I also already locked the door just in case."
"Papers? What papers?"
"Don't know, don't care. You ready to play?"
"Uh… can I add a rule?" Arnold asked a little shyly as he grabbed the cards and started handing them out to the both of them.
"Depends on the rule." Helga replied curiously before grabbing the cards she had just been dealt.
"Whenever one of us has a full rank… we'll get to ask the other one a question." Arnold explained hopefully.
Helga didn't seem too keen on the idea for a moment, but then she seemed onboard all of a sudden. "You'd better be right about you being good at this game, Arnold, because I already have quite a couple of questions for you in mind." She said assertively.
Arnold simply smirked as he eyed his cards. "Right back at you." He answered and let their eyes meet for a moment. "Do you want to start?"
"Sure. Got any threes?" Helga asked, but Arnold smirked and he shook his head. "Bad start." She muttered before removing her last sock and sitting back on her knees right after. "Your turn."
"Got any fives?"
"Damn." Helga said and gave him the two fives she had. When he had them in his hand, he showed two other fives and put them down in a small pile. "Son of a bitch, you lucky bastard…" she said as if she was disappointed, but then smirked. "Well, fine. What's your question?"
"Have you ever dated anyone?"
Helga looked at him in surprise. "You sure you want to know?"
"Yes." He answered resolutely even though he feared her answer.
"Well, you can rest at peace, Football Head. I haven't dated anyone. I haven't been physical with anyone either." Helga answered and couldn't help but smile at how happy that obviously made her stepbrother. "Got any twos?"
Arnold frowned at that and gave her the three twos he had. "Ok, what's your question going to be?" he asked nervously.
Helga quickly piled the fours she now had in a pile and hummed thoughtfully. "Oh, yeah. Have you dreamt about me before today?"
Arnold jolted, but sighed to calm himself down. "Y-Yes." He admitted.
"What about?"
"That's two questions."
"Oh, come on, Arnold - - "
"No way." Arnold insisted stubbornly, but smiled at the cute pout on her face. It meant she didn't hate this fact at least.
The game continued for a bit; both blondes giving and receiving a few cards. Arnold had lost both his socks at this point, but neither had gotten a full rank. Not until Helga asked Arnold if he had any sevens.
"Damn it." Helga cursed after Arnold had said no. She lied down on the mattress and started pulling her jeans down her hips. She lifted her waist to pull them down easier though the fact that she was making a small show for Arnold in the process didn't go unnoticed by either blonde. She put her pants over by her socks and looked back at her brother challengingly. "Your turn."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, um…" Arnold said and eyed his cards. He had quite a few at this point and couldn't remember what he had asked for before. "Uh, you got any eights?"
"Arnold, you got my one eight a minute ago." Helga reminded him in a snicker.
"Damn, can I redo that?"
"Nu-uh. Go fish." Helga said and bit on her lower lip, smirking triumphantly as Arnold unbuttoned his shirt. He put it down gently next to his socks and forced himself to look away from Helga's legs.
The blonde boy was starting to truly realize that they were stripping in front of each other… and he really wanted to win so he could finally see Helga properly. Also… it would be so unfair if she got to see him like this again already when he hadn't even seen her yet.
"Hey, wanna change the rules a bit?" Helga asked with that mischievous look in her eyes.
Arnold gulped. "How?"
"Instead of answering a question… the one who has earned a pile can choose whether to do have the other answer a question or kiss the loser on a place they choose. You know, if I get the next pile I can kiss you wherever I'd like."
Arnold widened his eyes at that very tempting suggestion. He quickly eyed his cards before nodding in agreement. "Your turn."
"Got any tens?"
Arnold couldn't help but smirk as he shook his head. "Nope… go fish."
"Damn." Helga said sarcastically before putting her cards down. She seemed thoughtful for a moment, but then moved her hands backwards and started fuddling with something behind her back.
"What are you doing?"
"Removing a piece of clothing." Helga replied casually before moving her hands to her shoulders. She pulled down her bra straps under her tank top and before Arnold knew what was happening, her bra was right in front of his face. She put it next to her other pieces of clothes and crossed her arms, which made it that much more obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra anymore.
"That's… That's cheating, isn't it?" Arnold asked, but he simply looked back at his cards, forcing his eyes away from Helga's breasts. Now that he bra was off, he could see her natural shape more clearly. It made his blood boil to imagine what it'd be like to touch them like this. "Got… Got any, uh, ones?"
Helga sighed dramatically and showed him her one card with the number on it. He grabbed it meekly and connected them with his other cards. He put them down shyly, showing her he had a full rank of ones now.
"Sheesh… Oh, well." Helga said with a smile and readjusted her position so she was sitting on her knees. "Want to ask me a question or do you want to kiss me?"
"Kiss."
"Boy, you didn't even have to think about that, did you?" Helga stated in a snicker. The laugh faded when she saw how serious he was. She smiled though. "Just to make it more interesting…" she said and closed her eyes. "Now you have the element of surprise."
Surprise… Arnold thought, feeling his cheeks heat up at the way Helga was just sitting there, waiting for him to kiss her. He climbed towards her on all fours and eyed her naked legs and arms and her still clad torso. If Helga had taken her tank top off before rather than her bra, he would have wanted to kiss the top of her breasts… but right then he wanted to surprise her, do something not even he would expect of himself.
Helga gasped when she felt a pair of warm and moist lips on her inner thigh; she hadn't even realized she had made enough room between her legs to make that possible. She opened her eyes, though only halfway, and looked down at Arnold who most of all resembled a naughty puppy with the way he was looking at her.
"That was… unexpected." Helga panted. Arnold gulped before moving up to her eyelevel; his hand went through her hair before he kissed her tenderly. She put her hand atop of his and pulled back. "That's cheating." She told him, but kissed him back, her tongue grazing his lips for a long moment.
"I really want you out of your top…" Arnold admitted against her lips and looked at her.
Her eyes were clouded with lust, but she held her ground. "Then I guess you're gonna have to win, huh?" she teased and pushed him gently. He sat back obediently, his eyes never leaving hers until they both looked at their cards.
It took Helga a while before she realized it was her turn. "Got any sixes?" she asked, momentarily wondering if that was the correct way of saying it. She wasn't really sure anymore and she didn't truly care.
Arnold shook his head and eyed Helga expectantly. "Go fish." He told her. Her eyes looked deeply into his as she put her cards down and her hands went to the hem of her tank top. She pulled it upwards, agonizingly slowly in Arnold's opinion, and finally revealed her naked form to him; well, mostly naked.
God, she's beautiful… Was all Arnold's mind could comprehend when Helga put her hands on her thighs, almost shyly.
She grabbed her cards and bit on her lower lip as she looked through them. "It's your turn, Arnold."
Arnold didn't hear her at first, but then looked down at his cards. "Got any, uh… twelves?" he asked, his eyes keep going up to look at Helga rather than at his cards. Do I even have any twelves? He wondered, but didn't bother to check.
Helga shook her head. "Go fish." She told him and put her cards down. Arnold barely got to put his own down before she had already grabbed his pants and was pulling them down roughly. Once they were off she moved over him to put them with his other pile of clothes, deliberately letting her breasts touch his chest in the process.
The boy gulped. "That's… against the rules… I think."
"Fuck the rules." Helga hissed in a heavy voice that made a pearl of sweat run down Arnold's temple. She moved to his cheek and licked the sweat off and he went towards her neck, but she put a hand to his head to stop him. "No, no… I said fuck the rules, but I'm still going to win this… fair and square." She whispered and bit down on his lower lip. "And then… I'll fuck your brains out."
Arnold didn't even have it in him to gulp at Helga's words. His mind was so clouded and so infatuated with everything she said and did. Her scent, her voice, her skin; everything was just another ingredient to a recipe that was sure to make him go crazy. He tried kissing her one more time, but she moved back to grab her cards; she didn't sit as far away from him as before though. He could reach out and touch her if he wanted to.
"Nines?" Helga asked and licked her lips expectantly.
Arnold looked at his cards, but he couldn't remember what he was supposed to look for anymore. "Uh… nines?" he questioned when he remembered. She nodded in confirmation. "Uh… h-here." He told her and gave her two nines.
She put her own two nines down on the bed and crawled towards him. "Close your eyes." She ordered, but he didn't get the chance before she had already put her hand over his face, successfully making him blind to the world. He made a loud and feral groan when she kissed his nipple, sucking on the nub until it got hard against her teeth. He had never imagined he would like such a thing, but it sent shivers down his spine and his boxers, which were actually rather loose, felt tight around his waist due to his stiffening length.
"I win." Helga said all of a sudden.
"H-How so?" Arnold asked even though he couldn't care less.
"I can see your cards; you have that last eleven I need. That means you're gonna lose these." The girl explained briefly and started pulling at the boy's boxer shorts. The boy was usually one who would have complained about losing, especially since it seemed rather unfair, but he really couldn't care less. In the end, this was winning in his opinion.
Arnold grabbed Helga by her southern cheeks and lifted her upwards until she was sitting on his lap with her thighs around him. He kissed her at the valley of her breasts before letting his tongue fall down to her nipple and licking it ravenously. When she gasped in pleasure, he enveloped the nipple entirely, pulling her closer to him by her back. He could feel her abdomen buck against his chest and his mouth moved down to her navel, circling it with his tongue before kissing her waistline.
"Fuck, just take them off already!" Helga ordered and pushed Arnold's hand down to her panties. He barely got his hands into them before a knock on the door pulled them out of their own little world.
"Helga, you're in there with Arnold, aren't you?" Miles asked outside the door, completely unaware of the state his son and stepdaughter was in. "You sure are quiet. What are you doing?"
All Arnold could see was Helga's pearly white skin in front of his eyes and he didn't have it in him to move at all even when she spoke. "Y-Yes, I'm here." Helga said with a small stutter, quickly forcing the pant in her voice away. "We're playing… Silent Sniper."
Arnold looked up at Helga with as much of a questioning gaze as he could muster. She shrugged; she wasn't really sure what kind of game Silent Sniper was supposed to be.
"Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you two then, but, uh, we kind of need your opinion about something for the wedding. Is the game something you can pause?"
Almost all of Helga's body sank down until she was sitting on Arnold's lap, which caused him to make quite a loud moan. Both blondes reacted on instinct and one of their hands went to his mouth, both of them covering it as if that could somehow bring back the sound.
"Am I that unpopular?" Miles asked jokingly, having obviously interpreted Arnold's moan as a groan of reluctance.
"Yes." Helga hissed to Miles' question and Arnold nodded, his hand tightening over hers which was still covering his mouth. "We can technically pause the game, Miles. It's just, uh… are you sure you and Miriam shouldn't be deciding these things yourselves?"
"Oh, but Miriam insisted, Helga. It's not just our wedding after all; the four of us are going to become a family so she wants to include the two of you as much as possible."
"That bitch." Helga muttered, which Arnold frowned at due to her language, but he also laughed internally since a part of him agreed with her. "Ok then… we'll be done in two minutes, ok? We just need to… kill the president."
Miles was quiet for a moment before making a comment about how politically incorrect games were today. "Hurry up, you two. Miriam is making us some tea." He finished before walking away.
Helga slumped even further, letting her hand fall down to Arnold's shoulder. "Tea… The woman is making tea… That means she expects us to stay down there for a while." She muttered. Arnold simply sighed, ignoring the obviously pained pleasure he was feeling from just having Helga on his lap. She looked up at him though. "That's painful, isn't it?"
"Huh?"
"You can't go down there like this." Helga said with a smirk and kissed his lips. "It's not what we were planning, but… I kinda wanna try this too."
Arnold wanted to ask her what that was, but when she pushed herself back on the bed and pulled him by his waist until he was lying down, he realized what she was doing. She pulled his boxers down roughly until his hardness was fully revealed and then the heat and wetness of her mouth surrounded him. His gasp was cut off by her hand covering his mouth and she bopped fiercely above his waist. His hand went to hers, helping her to keep him quiet.
To their luck, Arnold had already been hard for so long it took Helga fifteen seconds to make him cum. The place where Arnold had held her hand was red from his tight grip and she felt sore around her fingers, but she didn't care; that reaction, this whole thing had been so satisfying in its own way even though they were so rudely disturbed. To avoid the mess as she had planned, she leaned back up and swallowed the proof of what they had been doing.
Arnold was lying limply and exhausted on the bed, but Helga patted his shoulder to wake him up from his almost sleeping state. "You can't sleep now. You need to come with me downstairs and… play the good stepbrother." She said teasingly and moved towards her own clothes with her back turned to him.
Arnold sat up and watched her grab her bra. She was about to put it on when he moved towards her and grabbed the strings on the bra. She looked at him curiously over her shoulder as he placed them over her arms and helped her get the bra back on. Once the clasp was closed, he kissed her neck hungrily, earning a satisfied moan from her.
"That's cruel, Arnold…" Helga said and moved her hand into his hair. "We can't continue."
"What about you?" he asked and moved his hand over her still bare thigh. Despite his body feeling satisfied, his heart wasn't. He could practically smell her arousal and he wanted her to feel what she had just made him feel for the second time. He wanted to see her come undone by his hands and he wanted to touch her in places no one had ever touched her before.
"I'll manage. I kinda have to." Helga answered in a less than convincing voice. She kissed him in what had supposed to be a sweet way, but he devoured her tongue hungrily and one of his hands went to her breast to cup it. She gasped against his mouth and her plump backside grinded against his lap. "No, no, no, no… you're just making it worse." She insisted and finally moved away and faced him with a pair of eyes as if she was looking at a naughty child she couldn't help but still adore.
Arnold's head sunk in disappointment, but he also wondered why he was the one misbehaving at that moment. He was usually so reliable and responsible, but right then he had half the mind to go downstairs only to tell his parents that they were going to have to deal with the wedding planning themselves because he was going to make Helga keep her promise about fucking his brains out.
That's not how it went though; Once they were both fully dressed and looked like two people who hadn't just been about to have sex, Arnold and Helga went downstairs and played the parts of stepsiblings perfectly. They ignored every fiber of their being that didn't want to participate in their parents' plans and they went to bed dutifully that night. And if you asked either one of them, they would deny thinking about the other and touching themselves until they fell into a state of unfulfilled sleep.
Author's 2nd note: I need a very little bit of help with the next chapter; the class is going on a trip and while what is supposed to happen on the trip is already planned out, I really can't figure out a location xD Have you guys gone on trips with your classmates for just a couple of days? If so, where could you suggest that the gang should go? I kinda want a location for them to be at even if the location doesn't change the exact story xD I just need a town or a city or… a popular camping spot, whatever. But they have to be in a house of some sort, they aren't going to be sleeping in tents so I guess a camping spot really isn't an option xD Anyways! I hope some of you can suggest something :3
Oh, and on another completely different note… if anyone out there can draw, I have a small request… You remember the part where Helga grabs Arnold by his collar? Where he is sitting on his knees on the floor and she is hovering above him on the bed? If someone could draw that… I'd be a very happy fangirl OwO