I Dont own LWD
Maybe I'm just crazy or twisted or just plain weird. He's been all I think about for days. Its funny how I first found out about my own feelings. We were having dinner and I looked at him. He was so beautiful and charming. I tried not to make it obvious that I was staring. I felt this feeling in my stomach and I suddenly couldn't respond to any of his insults. That's the way its been since then.
I just heard him going downstairs. I instantly get up and go downstairs. I go through the kitchen doors and he puts down his glass of water. God I hope he notices how I'm dressed or rather how undressed I am.
I've been wearing really revealing night gowns lately. Tonight I have the pleasure of presenting myself in very short pajama shorts and a tank top.
He looks at me from bottom to top as if to say "what are you doing up?" I beat him to it " What are you doing up" I say in an I don't really care tone. " I cant sleep" he says.
Another defeat.
What I'm wearing did nothing to him. He is so used to seeing me as his step-sister that there is no way he'll ever see me as a woman. Every night I keep trying to ignite his hormones. I start to wonder why he cant go to sleep. "why" I say with that I don't care tone again. "Casey" he says with a smile on his face. I unconsciously smile back "what?" "why don't you mind your own business" he says. I turn around and go upstairs.
(The next night)
One more night I cant sleep. Maybe I'm just weird or maybe there's something wrong with me. I cant take any more of this. It's been driving me crazy. I don't know why I have these dreams. Its just wrong. Last night was the worst. I went downstairs after one of those dreams and had a glass of water. Then she came in wearing almost nothing. I hope she didn't notice me looking at her legs that go on forever and her chest that's not too full and not too flat, but perfect just as the rest of her.
I get up and walk out of my room with the intention of going to the kitchen. I cant help but look at her door and I notice that its opened a little bit.
My curiosity gets the better of me and I walk in. She must of heard me open the door because the next thing I hear is " What are you doing Derek?" she says half asleep. I respond " I couldn't sleep"
She gets up and sits at the edge of her bed. Now that the sheets don't cover her I cant see her small white night gown. Its so high above the knees it barely covers any part of her legs. The square neck barely covers he bosom.
" Come here" She says having no idea what that does to me. I walk over with out thinking and sit next to her. "Lie down" She commands. On any other day I would dispute her but as my eyes get heavy I am at a loss of words. She gets up and pulls the covers over me. She grabs a book and sits down on a chair next to the window while turning on a small reading lamp. As she read to herself the moon light up her skin that's made of the material angels are made of. I don't know what I'm doing here. All I know is my eyes keep getting heavy and I going to rest them just for a little while.
