Jughead and Betty were on the couch as they had been fighting over the remote. The half-siblings had trouble getting along these days it seemed—they use to never fight but that was before Betty started high school.
Ever since she had started at Riverdale, Jughead had been a dick to her. In all actuality it had ever began before that—the second she had started to fill out was really when he didn't want to be around her.
"Why are you always such a jerk?" Betty managed to get the remote.
He tossed her on her back and snatched it back from her. "I was here first. Go the fuck away."
"Why are you being mean to your sister?" FP looked in from the kitchen at them.
Jughead shrugged. "She's annoying."
"Be nicer to your sister" FP glared at him. "Don't make me slap the shit out of you." He left.
Jughead tossed the remote at his sister. "Thanks a lot, Brat. You got me in trouble."
Betty was confused. "No. I didn't."
Jughead rolled his eyes and stormed up the steps of the stairs, leaving his little sister there.
Betty knew she didn't do anything wrong but still she felt bad. Her and Jughead use to be really close and she missed the days of them playing superheroes or house or power rangers—it was odd for them to be at each other's throats and she had no idea why they even were.
Betty got to her feet and headed for the stairs. The last thing she wanted was for her brother to be mad at her, and she went straight for his room once she was up the stairs.
She could see the eye roll once he saw her coming in. "Go the fuck away, Betty."
"No" Betty closed the door and shook her head, sadly. "I want to know why you hate me so much."
Jughead groaned. "I don't hate you."
"Yes you do" Betty argued. "Because you never want to be around me and when you are—all you do is get mad at me."
"You don't get it" Jughead couldn't even look at her. "I don't hate you. I really don't. Being mean to you—I have to do that shit. Alright?"
Betty squinted. "But why, Jug? Why can't we be close like we were before?"
"Because—" Jughead shook his head. "I can't even say it, Betts, that's how fucking bad it is."
"You can tell me anything."
"No, I can't" Jughead facepalmed. "I'm a perverted piece of shit, sis. That's all you fucking need to know."
"Jug—"
"I stare at you, alright?" Jughead snapped at her, his eyes finally meeting hers. "You wear all these tight shirts and short skirts—and you filled out over the summer and I have to see you every fucking day at home, at school—and you have a banging body. I'm a sick fuck that's attracted to his own sister. That's why I have to be a jerk to you so it's not obvious what I wish I could be doing with you."
Betty's bluish green eyes were wide as she was shocked by what her brother was saying. She was sure that he had to be fucking with her—but he looked away again and that's how she knew it was real. She kept expecting him to get up and laugh in her face, claiming he actually did despise her and it was because all the times he had been forced to play Barbies with her when they were little—but that didn't happen.
Betty realizing that it was true had her feeling odd. She could her panties soaking at the thought of her brother desiring her—and she knew that was fucked up but she had seen porn and now she was picturing her brother doing all the things the man had done to the woman but to her—and her panties was starting to feel like a River.
She knew that nothing could happen with her and Jughead. It wouldn't be right—but she knew that if he asked she'd give him her first time.
"Jug?"
Jughead still didn't look at her. He groaned, disgusted with himself. "What?"
Betty knew she was playing with fire as the words left her mouth, but there was no turning back and even if she could she wouldn't—she wanted to know what he felt inside her. "All you have to do is ask…"
"All you have to do is ask…"
"What?" Jughead's eyebrows knitted together. "The fuck are you saying, Betts? That you'd let me do stuff to you?"
Betty stared at him, cheeks turning red. "Yeah…"
"You can't" Jughead felt intently hard but was trying to resist his desires. "I'm your brother and it would be so fucking fucked up if we did anything like that."
"But I thought you wanted to" Betty pouted.
"Yeah but—"
Betty, desperate, pulled her top off and her breasts jumped out. She dropped her shirt in the floor and she could see how wide her brother's eyes had become.
"Betts—"
"It's okay" Betty assured him. "I'm not going to tell my Mom or our Dad. I promise."
Jughead got to his feet as his eyes stayed on her. "Betty, we can't because if we do I won't stop." His eyes were glued to her chest and he licked his lips. "I'll have to fuck you and if you change your mind I won't be able to control myself—"
Betty walked to him and fisted his shirt as she blushed. "I won't ask you to stop, Juggie."
"You don't know that" Jughead argued. "I'm not inside you yet—you'll change your mind."
"Please" Betty practically begged. "I want you to be my first."
Jughead reached his hand underneath his sister's skirt, rubbing against her panties. "Are you sure you really want this?"
Betty blushed. "Yes."
That was all her brother needed to hear. He pulled her panties to the side as he stuffed a finger inside her, she gripped at his shoulders as she moaned.
"You're so fucking wet" Jughead grinned. He added a second finger. "All this for your big brother?"
"Mhm" Betty whimpered.
"You really want your big brother to be your first?" The 15-Year-Old asked. "Do you really want me to be inside you?"
Betty breathed against his neck and swallowed hard. "Yes, Jug."
He backed her over to his bed and tossed her down on it. He reached up her skirt and jerked her panties off, he stuffed them in his pocket before pulling his jeans and boxers down to his feet and then kicking them off.
Jughead pulled his shirt off and Betty had trouble taking her eyes from her brother's body. Her mouth was watering as she took in every muscle. She wanted to squeeze his biceps and ask him to choke her with one of them—something she had never even thought of before. She had seen it once in porn but never thought it looked hot until she saw her brother's biceps and wondered what they could do.
She felt even wetter as she could see how hard his pale cock was.
Jughead climbed into the bed, hovering over her. "One last time—are you sure you want to do this, Betts? Because once I'm in I won't be able to pull out until I finish."
Betty smiled. "Yeah… I'm sure."
Jughead positioned his cock at her entrance and he sunk in, moaning as he did. Betty gasped and cried as he broke past all her barriers—and she reached for his bicep.
"You can do it" Jughead assured her, getting the full length inside his little sister. "Oh, sis, you feel so fucking good."
Betty whined as Jughead started to move within her. The pace started out slow and gentle—he was being considerate, knowing it was her first time—but when she felt too good around his cock, he slammed harder and deeper causing her moans to get louder and bounce off the walls.
"Quiet" Jughead shushed her. "You don't want Dad to hear us, do you?" He placed his hand over her mouth as he hit against her most sensitive part. He grinned as he pounded against it, feeling her muffled cries against his hand. "You take me so good, sis. So fucking tight and wet for me."
Betty closed her eyes as she clenched around his cock, cumming and screaming into his hand.
Jughead grinned down at her as he could feel her coating his cock. He couldn't take it—it was too fucking hot to handle. "Fuck!" Jughead didn't even think to pull out—that was how good she felt—and so he hit her spot at a faster rate until he came deep in her.
As they stared at each other, the realization about what they had done started to hit—and they knew it wasn't right but there was no denying what they felt.
This was something they had both wanted, and it was something they didn't want to be a one time thing.
Authors Note: The Orginal Work was Deleted so this is the only copy of the work left.