The Fall of Claire Petrelli

A few minutes passed, and Peter was fighting off his desperate urge to turn Claire over and bury himself into her, but he knew Nathan would be back soon, and he really wasn’t comfortable with the idea of doing that in front of him. He heard Nathan return, but did not feel his weight settle on the bed.

Nathan waited, watching his little brother kiss his daughter, his hands all over her.

Eventually, Nathan couldn’t wait anymore; she was just too beautiful, much too eager for Peter to just roll over on top of her and take her. And what fun would that be for Nathan?

Nathan turned her gently so that she was flat on her back, but she didn’t even notice him, so caught up in Peter.

He lowered his head in between her thighs, his tongue finding the most sensitive part of her, flicking it, circling around it. He teased her for a few more seconds, then drove his tongue inside her, darting in and out of her and back up again, slowly returning to the crown of her femininity. When he did finally reach that circle of flesh again, she jerked and let out a shaky sigh. By now she had totally forgotten about Peter; she could do nothing else but take Nathan’s hair in her hands and moan.

Peter looked over at his brother with shock and awe. Peter asked him silently, projecting his thoughts, *What the fuck? Christ, Nate, what are you doing? I should really stop you.*

*But you won’t,* Nathan thought. Peter heard him, and he started to shake, tension mounting.

The anger drained from him as Peter became transfixed on Claire as she enjoyed this fully; by the look on her face and the sounds she made, he could tell she’d never received oral sex before. And from his own personal experience, he knew that Nathan was quite proficient at giving it. Peter felt a little twinge of jealousy, his painfully hard cock demanding attention, so he stroked himself discreetly, content to watch.

After a while, Claire said, her chest heaving, “I want to scream your name, but I don’t know what to call you!”

Nathan raised his head. “No screaming, honey. You call me by my first name. You call me Nathan. And don’t shorten it like he does. Only Peter gets to do that. Say it, Claire,” he demanded, sliding his hand up her body, roughly grabbing her breast. He lowered his head once again.

“Oh, Nathan,” she managed. It sounded strange the way his name left her lips, so desperate and pleading. With each caress of his tongue on his daughter’s body, Nathan was blurring the line between paternity and possession, and he couldn't care less. She was falling under his spell as easily as Peter had so many years ago. Peter and Claire ultimately belonged to him.

Peter had apparently realized this, and had given up trying to get the nerve to stop him. Nathan would now prove this point to Claire.

Nathan raised his head and wiped his face. He laughed, “I keep on doing that and I’m gonna drown down there.” He fumbled around again for the bottle of lubricant, and turned to Peter, who had resumed kissing Claire.

“Come here, Pete, I didn’t forget about you, ” he commanded, parting his brother’s legs. Peter hardly paid him any attention, so immersed in Claire. Nathan slipped a freshly lubricated hand between his brother’s buttocks, and found what he was looking for.

When Peter felt Nathan’s fingers penetrate him, he stopped abruptly, his body slackening against Claire. He leaned back, groaning deeply.

Claire sat up, and watched Nathan control his brother completely. Peter’s face contorted in absolute ecstasy under Nathan’s touch.

“You thought what I did to you was great? Just watch what I do to him.”

Peter gasped as Nathan’s fingers went further into him, and he started to tremble and whine, pressing his face into the pillow, gripping the sheets in his hands so hard his knuckles turned white.

Regardless of the intimate, delicate action Nathan had just administered to her, part of her had always been somewhat intimidated by Nathan, his confidence that bordered on arrogance. Not to say that she didn’t love him, but she didn’t really know him, not like she knew Peter. Claire’s intimidation inexplicably changed to fear, now more afraid of Nathan than she had ever been of anyone in her life. She backed to the edge of the bed in a panic and Nathan was utterly confused.

“Claire, I’m not hurting him…what’s wrong?”

Claire covered her face with her hands and moaned, “I don’t know. I just…don’t like to see him that way.” Peter had always been her strength, her protector, and to see him so vulnerable, so consumed by his brother’s touch…it scared her deeply.

Nathan said, “There’s nothing wrong with him, Claire. Look at his face. He loves it.”

Claire looked, and saw that Peter had bitten down so hard on his lip that a thin rivulet of blood had run halfway down his chin.

Claire shrieked and covered her face again, and she started to cry. She knew he had healed, and he probably hadn’t even felt it, but it was still frightening to see.

*All right, that didn’t go down so well,* Nathan thought, and took his hand away from his brother’s body. Nathan wiped his hands.

Peter wondered why he had stopped, and after he recovered, he sat up, seeing Claire’s distress. “What the fuck did you do to her, Nate?” Peter gathered her in his arms.

“I didn’t do anything, Pete, she just got a little shaken up at the way you looked. She’s okay now, aren’t you, Claire?”

Claire’s irrational fear subsided as Peter pulled her close and kissed her.

“Oh, shit, Claire. Sorry.” He a wiped a drop of his blood off her lips, and then his mouth. “Sorry, I do that sometimes.”

Claire said shakily, “It’s okay. I’m all right. I’m sorry, that was actually stupid. I don’t even know what made me panic like that.”

Peter said, “I know why. Oh, Claire.” Kissing her neck again, he murmured, his breath soft on her skin, “If any of this scares you, we can stop, you know.”

Claire said, losing her reluctance under Peter’s kisses, “No, it’s okay. I want to.”

Peter pulled away from Claire and Nathan moved forward on the bed, so that Nathan and Peter were both sitting in front of her.

Nathan said, “She’s been a pretty good sport about all this, Pete, what do you think?”

“I think so,” Peter replied, and they both grinned mischievously. The two brothers leaned in and each took hold of a breast and started licking and teasing her nipples.

Claire felt a new wave of desire sweep through her as she noticed the difference in their techniques. Peter’s tongue moved slowly, deliberately, teeth nibbling gently, but Nathan used his teeth to anchor her nipple in place while he flicked his tongue very quickly back and forth, up and down, sucking hard. The disparity of sensation was extremely arousing, and she started to squirm, desperately wanting something, anything, to fill that aching emptiness between her thighs.

She reached out in front of her with both hands, took Peter in her left and Nathan in her right, and she heard them both groan and sigh. The feel of them under her hands was different too; Nathan’s cock was thicker and longer than Peter’s, the texture of him slightly uneven, while Peter seemed to vibrate slightly in her hand as if an electric current ran just under that smooth skin.

Nathan and Peter relinquished their hold on Claire’s breasts and kissed each other, their hair tickling her chest, and Claire could feel her own warmth pouring out of her. Never in her life had she imagined she would take part in something this forbidden, this exciting.

Peter broke their contact, and he pushed Claire down on the bed. Nathan turned to his brother and said, “Think she’s ready for you?”

“Definitely,” Peter sighed, lowering his full weight on top of her. He felt Nathan’s weight shift off the bed; he was leaving them alone for this, and for that he was thankful.

Claire had known it would be Peter; there was no way Peter would let Nathan go that far, and she had a feeling Nathan wouldn’t have even wanted to. He had his limits.

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