I'm known to be many things. When one describes me such words have been utilied--Strong. But you wouldn't know that the way I weaken allowing him to come into my room late at night knowing what he wants. Independent. You would have no clue the way you see how much I cannot bear to hide my need for his touch. Determined. Well its noticable how nothing can stop me from tasting him. Righteous. I guess that depends on whose morals standards because nothing feels more right than now. Although because he is my stepbrother others would disagree.

He creeps over to my bed with a hunger needing satiated. I feel like a worthless piece of meat. Yet Im wanted if only for a while and that's enough for me in this moment. I pull his face to mine and kiss him eagerly as he crawls over me. He notices I'm not wearing pajama pants or shorts and smiles smugly.

"In a hurry are we?" Derek smirks. His eyes never leave mine as his hands move under my shirt and pushes past my bra to feel my small breasts. He gives one a squeeze and I love how that feels. I don't want him to know how much but I cannot help but release a moan. I close my eyes not wanting to see his gloating and arrogant eyes.

"Let's play the states game" he whispers giving my neck a lick. I don't like to play because I forget more than a fourth of the fifty states because I cannot think too clearly when he has his hold on me. Unfortunately Derek loves it when I start repeating ones I have already stated . I don't like feeling stupid, but I want him to enjoy himself so I reluctantly decide to play.

The alarm clock wakes me up. Derek is on the other side of my bed. He pulls the covers over his head but I nudge him.

"You better go before the others wake to see you." I remind him.

"God don't nag first thing in the morning," he grumbles sleepily. He yawns loudly then stands to grab his clothes on the floor. He dresses then leaves. He doesn't shut my door which annoys me. I grab my clothes for a morning shower. As I step into the hall Derek makes his way to the bathroom.

"Let me take my shower first," I insist as he shuts the door.

"No I need to wash your sweat off me," he shouts from the bathroom.

"Shut up!" I yell in fear that someone heard him. He laughs he finds it hilarious to freak me out.