My dear little broccolis💚💚💚

~So, this is probably the story I have been requested the most to put back on track. Honestly, I don't know why. I think the story is pretty simple, and not very interesting, but maybe that's just me.

~ So just as a warning, this story so far is rather T, but on the borderline with M.

~ Also, I did rewrite the whole thing, as the ones who knew the story from before would be able to tell, and I will definitely change a few things of the story you already read, so I think it is safe to say that you should re-read this story. But please, don't spoil for the new readers.

~ Reviews, follows and favourites will always be more than welcomed. 😜

Love, Mina. 💚💚💚

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Chapter 1: Challenges Gone Wrong (2,5K)

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Jace's PoV.

Seriously, what is wrong with that dude? I don't get Jon, at all. What is the point of assembling everyone to have a Marvel Marathon, if it's to fall asleep not even two movies in? This is so … Jon. He really can't stay awake in front a movie, even if his life depended on it. Which is a real bummer for him because he can't really invite a girl at the movies, if he knows he'll fall asleep halfway through it.

To be honest, I don't know how he actually manages to have seen any movie at all. Jon is unbeatable at any Trivia quiz concerning any movie franchise that we ever saw, but I've never seen him watch a whole movie. This is how weird my best friend can get.

Jon and I have been best friends since … well, it seems forever. But it was probably since we were five or something. The day we met is not something that worth remembering. It wasn't love at first sight, or hate at first sight. We bonded throughout the months, and little by little we befriended and slowly became best friends. I know, this is most common friendship story that you ever heard, but it's just how it happened.

And anyway, I like our friendship how it is. Mostly because Jon always made me feel more like his brother, than his friend. Since my parents are always busy working abroad and leaving me alone (apparently, I got old enough to stay alone when I got ten), I actually spent a lot of time with Jon and his family.

The Morgenstern's are the nicest family I've ever seen. I mean, the Lightwood's are cool, but they're family, so they don't have a choice on being nice with me. Sure, Jocelyn's death really had a huge impact on the Morgentern's. but they never stopped treating me like they always did.

"I should have insisted on a Fast & Furious marathon! Now, we're stuck on watching Marvels while the asshat is sleeping like a baby," Clary suddenly complains, making me chuckle and look down at where she is sitting.

Clary is Jon's baby sister of barely a year. Literally, they have ten months apart (don't judge their parents, love comes in all sort of ways). We're actually all in the same grade. She is the weirdest human being I've ever seen. Simple example. Right now, she is sitting on the floor, because she never ever sits on the couch. Jon and I never really understood why she would just just sit on the floor, and there was even a time when I tried to follow her in that crazy habit of hers.

But I never got used to it. Sitting on the floor is just a Clary thing. Just like managing to be annoying and funny at the same time, or being cute and scary at the same time. Those are simply Clary things.

I lean forward a little, just so my head can be at the same level as Clary's, and whisper in her ear: "Truth or dare?"

I mean, I know where Clary comes from. We watched the Marvel movies so many times that we can reenact them without script or direction. So it is kind of boring to have to watch it all over again. I mean, there are just so many times you can watch Loki being beat down by a big green beast. So, I just figured we'd play to forget about our boredom.

"What are you? Twelve?" Clary snorts, rolling her green eyes with a slight shake of her head. I leap from the couch to be on the floor and sit right next to her, and I told her:

"Come on! I'm bored, you're bored. Play with me."

"I might have crazy hair, but that doesn't make me your jester, Jace," She heaves with a reasoning tone; and I just pout a little, because I know that she can't resist me when I pout like that. I have some superpowers of my own, and pouting like Puss in Boots is one of them, just like Jon. And Clary never actually managed to resist our cute little faces when we would do so. She is powerless in front of the blond supremacy.

"You're such a kid," She states with defeat echoing in her voice, and I shamelessly grin at her as she says: "Truth."

I frown a little, because I actually was expecting her to take the dare. Clary is kind of a crazy free spirit, and usually goes for dares and challenges. It's a Morgenstern thing, really. I don't even know how they managed to keep their sanity with the three of them constantly betting against each other, and challenging one another as much as they can. And you'd think that their Dad, Valentine, would try to ease things down … Well, he's the one who is most into it.

I am actually slightly disappointed that she chose truth. I had the perfect dare. The dare implicated a sleeping Jon, and tons of broccoli puree.

"You're such a chicken!" I accuse her, perfectly aware that she hates when she is called so. But instead of being obfuscated like Clary usually is, she simply grins, and retorts:

"Or maybe I just have the balls to assume my truths."

"You don't have balls, Clary," I point out, and she childish mimics me with an even more childish face. This is one of the reasons we all love her. Clary never take anything seriously. She doesn't bother on trying to fit in what you expect of her, and just live her life as she feels it. It's actually something Valentine is really proud of, because he never had t fear Clary not standing up for herself in any given situation.

With a little glance over my sleeping best friend, I think of a question I can ask her; and when Jon gives us a snore a little louder than the previous ones, I slyly smile at Clary and ask her: "Who was your first kiss?"

To be honest, I am sure that Martians on Mars know that Jon is the overprotective kind of brother, just like Valentine is the overprotective kind of father. They are … well, scary. And so, officially, no guy in school ever asked Clary out because Jon boxes, and their father is known for his weapon armoury in his basement (like for real, all kind of weapons, Valentine is a collector). And still, I know that few guys managed to pass through Jon's radar at school. Not that Clary really told me upfront, but more that she hinted him on that several times.

I mean, sure I am Jon's best friend, but that doesn't stop Clary and I from still being close friends on our own. I think that's why she didn't really try to hide anything from me. She didn't say anything so I wouldn't have to betray upfront to Jon, but she didn't lie to me either.

"Sexy Alec," Clary proudly responds with dreamy eyes, clearly recalling that kiss. And honestly, I just roll my life with disbelief. Alec is gay. Gay, gay, gay like a dolphin. I have more chance kissing the guy, and he is my first degree cousin!

"Be serious, Clary," I admonish, making Clary softly chuckle at me while placing her right hand on her heart and swearing:

"I am dead serious. It was actually really hot. Especially when you know that jon was near by. The thrill of getting caught can be … well, thrilling."

"Quit messing around! Alec is gay."

"Well, guess who has balls after all?" She slyly retorts with a victorious smirk spreading her lips.

I have to give her that one. She got me. Though I still can't believe that my gay cousin was Clary's first kiss. I don't know, Clary seems … princess like when it comes to her romantic life. You know, with two firing dragons as her brother and father. So her first kiss being so … unromantic seems weird.

Gently, she bumps her shoulder with mine, asking me to pick truth or dare, and I automatically ask for a dare … before regretting it instantly. I never pick dare with Clary when jon is near by, because she always manages to make me do terrible to him, and making me appear like the only guilty one, while she looks like a Saint in Jon's eyes.

"I dare you to draw a dick on Jon's face!" She proudly asks, and I can't do anything but grunt.

It is just annoying, because I wanted to revert the roles for once, and get her in trouble with Jon. I get up and go look for a marker, while Clary silently laugh, and when I start to draw a phallus on Jon's face, she pulls out her phone and records it, laughing her lungs out. One would think that she'd be worried to wake her brother up, but Jon is a heavy sleeper.

Her laughter intensifies to the point of tears when my dick looks more like an elephant face than a dick, and so I try to save the 'piece of art' by adding hair to the balls. Of course, Clary laughs even harder, falling to the floor and holding her stomach, because I can't manage to draw a simple dick, and I inwardly growl. Let's just pretend that Clary, Jon and I are a group of superheroes, Clary would be the artsy one, Jon would be the brain, and I am stuck on being the muscles.

Actually, Valentine often calls us the 'Three Musketeers', though none of us has ever written that goddamn long book. And every time Valentine would say that, Jon would argue that Clary being a girl forbad her of ever being a Musketeer. Of course, every time. Valentine would respond that Clary was tough enough to be one, but to be honest, it is not true. Clary is that tiny girl walking around, incredibly small and frail. I mean, how many times did Jon and I pretend that she overpowered us while wrestling, just to spare her feelings?

"I'm so keeping that as leverage!" She exclaims as I sit back next to her, and I vigorously nod, because leverage on Jon is always good. once the two of us are calm again, I bluntly dare her:

"I dare you to kiss me?"

Clary widely opened her green eyes with surprise, while I do my best to keep my face unreadable. Well, I still have that victorious grin on my lips, but that's it. I mean, I finally cornered her somewhere she won't go, because let's be honest, her kissing me, is just a ridiculous concept. She still has her phone in her hands, her mouth slightly gap, as I taunt her:

"Scared, are we?"

"Scared? Of what? Getting herpes?" She snaps back, apparently her shock gone while she cockily rises her eyebrows at me, and I put my hand on my chest, pretending to be hurt.

"Ouch."

The thing is, for some reason, people at school are under the impression that I am some sort of manwhore. Well, 'ladykiller' as Clary would nicely put it. I don't even know how this whole situation came out, and the only person who actually believes that I am a gentleman with the (few) girls I've been out with is Clary. I mean, Jon knows that I am not a manwhore, because he knows that I have more decency than him the the way to treat a girl on a date, but I am still a player in his mind. I am a gentleman manwhore to him.

Still, Clary never lost an occasion to make fun of his 'very active and tremendous sex-life', just like I would always make fun of her 'midgetness'.

I am still smirking, savouring my victory over Clary, when se surprises me by saying: "I must be very stupid."

Then, she leans forward, and gently presses her lips on mines.

What?! She wasn't supposed to kiss me! She was supposed to back aways from the dare! She is just Clary, Jon's sister. She could pass for my sister for we pass so much time together!

There is clearly something wrong here! Especially since I am brining my hands to her delicate and small face so I can sup it, and kiss her better. I mean, I know that she just meant to innocently peck me on the lips; but … I don't know. When I felt her lips touching mines, something instate took over me. Sometime strong and powerful that is slowly making me lose my mind.

i must be. Why other wise would I be laying Clary on the ground, my tongue entering her mouth while my hand desperately tries to get under her shirt? Not to mention that her brother is sleeping just inches away from us! Not that I'm actually trying to even think about Jon at that moment. I clearly lost my mind.

And Clary moving beneath me, racing her hips to me, tugging my hair while exploring my mouth with her tongue is clearly not helping me see clear. It just … makes me hard. I break the kiss for air, but my lips immediately go meet the soft skin of her neck, nipping at this area that makes most girls go jello. And Clary clearly enjoys it, because she grips my hair even tighter, arcing her back to me. When her crotch touches my growing nudge, she moans, and I have to repress myself to not live a hickey on her porcelain skin.

With urgency, I go back to her lips, making her moan once again while I starts to dry hump her on the floor, and I repress a grain when she feels so responsive against me. Like the way she sucks in a little air, and kisses me harder as she does her best to never stop that friction between us. And I won't lie, dry humping her is actually better that I could have ever imagined. I've never done that with a girl, but .. wow.

And suddenly, I am brought back to reality by Jon snoring once again a little louder.

This completely mundane sound startles the booth of us as if we just touched fire, and in the blink of an eye, we put as much distance as possible between us, looking everywhere but at each other. Seriously, did I just kissed my best friend's baby sister? Did I just do that?

Clary seems to be the first one to snap out of shock, as she says, getting up: "Never fucking again!"

"Agreed," I reply, furiously nodding my head, while I still try to comprehend what just happened.

Clary looks back at me, her green eyes straggly gleaming with hesitation; but then, we both hear a noise coming from upstairs, and so she leaves the living room to probably go to her room.

I won't lie, I am left confused and frustrated.

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