A Drake and Megan One-shot.

Yeah, you read right.

Why, you ask, am I doing an incest fic with a devious little girl and an older brother whom has possible homosexual tendencies towards his step-brother?

Because I can.

Oh! And because this is my way of spiting Stephanie.

(Look out Mallory, you're coming up.)

Warning: Implications of incest, oh, and this makes no sense whatsoever, as in, I'm writing it as I go, no thought process whatsoever. I think they are both a little older, too.

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"MEGAN!!!!" a now drenched Drake Parker (his last name is Parker, right?) strode across his room in utter discontent as he searched for the source of all misery in his life. "Megan! When I find you I swear I'm going to-"

"Yo, duuude, what happened to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it Josh." Shoving his brother aside he stopped only momentarily to regard his step-brother's laughing form. "Megan." and Josh turned to Drake, all humor gone form his face for he too have been victimized more times than he would care to recall, and nodded solemnly in understanding, his voice now becoming low and hushed as if saying the name of the small girl was chanting "Voldermort" in Hogwarts.

"Megan."

"Yup."

"Good luck man, Good luck." Drake nodded stiffly before making squeaky, form soaked noises which he chose to disregard as he finished walking outside his bedroom door and into the hallway that would lead him to his arch nemesis, his baby sister's bedroom.

Drake also decided to disregard the call from Josh about having his guitar after his death. I mean honestly, she was just a little girl after all, what could she possibly do?

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"You're in my room…"

"Yeah, so?"

"You're dripping in my room…getting my carpet wet and stuff, you acknowledge this, right?" Megan was sitting cross legged on her bed, her arm now outstretched to point to the specific wet spots on her carpeting and her eyes glaring holes into her brother.

"Un-huh, well, I wouldn't be wet if it wasn't for you, Megan!" He gasped when she started to chuckle. "What's so funny?!"

"You. Boob. You wet yourself; I have no idea what you are talking about-how could a precious little girl like me do such a thing? It's incomprehensible, really." he wanted to strangle her then but instead, shrugged it off and crossed his arms in a smug manner.

"You? A little kid? Hah! You're the spawn of Satan."

"I'm going to tell mooooom." Shit. That would be an insult to their mother, huh? Jumping off her bed despite Drake's protests of 'no' and his not so smooth leap into the air to catch her, ending with his face hitting wet carpet, Megan ran down the stairs only to stop shortly thereafter.

"Megan! Get back…here? What's wrong? Where's everyone?" Shrugging, the petite girl who really wasn't so little anymore and in fact starting to mature physically, walked to the couch and started to flip through the TV.

"They probably went out to get something." Drake glared at her and muttered a 'thank you captain obvious' before stomping into the kitchen. "You know Drake; you should probably change into some dry clothes. I don't want you blaming a cold on me for another lack of intelligence on your part."

Mimicking his sister's words under his breath he walked up to the fridge with intensions of grabbing some junk food when he saw a note from his parents. "Hey, Megs, looks like the rents went out with Josh to one of his mini magic shows-funny, he didn't tell me."

"Oh, is wittle Drake heartbroken?" Jumping and almost falling backwards, Derek watched as the smirking Megan bent down to search through the fridge for something to drink.

"Where'd you come from??"

"The living room? You know the place I was sitting at not 5 minutes ago? Geez, you're such an airhead, worse than some blondes at my school."

Pursing his lips in anger he turned away to get changed when he realized he hadn't got Megan back for drenching him in water. An evil glint befall upon his eyes and with that, Drake walked over to the sink, undid the extension to the faucet and let the water attack begin.

She hadn't seen it coming and the shrill scream she gave once the cold water hit her almost made Drake feel remorse. Almost, being the key word. In a futile attempt to escape, Megan threw a stray pan at Drake's form and when it missed he laughed, which was a mistake because even in her blind state as the water prohibited her from opening her eyes she had enough sense to guess where he was at and with surprising speed, Megan tackled a squeamish Drake and knocked the object of her distaste out of his hands and effectively pinned him to the ground.

"HAH!"

"How?!!"

"You're stupid girly laugh, that's how!" Victory reigned for the young female and she made it more than apparent, dipping her head slightly as if to bow although she was basically straddling her brother, she sang thank yous to invisible spectators and Drake groaned in annoyance.

"Alright, alright, you win, get off me now would ya?!" Pausing as though to think Megan shook her head with a smirk almost immediately after. "What? Why?"

"Because, it's simple really, you're beneath me, just like Josh and everyone else, I'm always on top and there's nothing you can do about it." they were locked in a staring match and Drake knew better than anyone that Megan wasn't about to lose the game-so, with a quick and precise motion, he wrapped his arms securely and swiftly around Megan's waist and threw her, pouncing on her immediately after, effectively pinning her in place.

"Who's on top now, Megan?" Staring up wide eyed, Megan was speechless at her brother's happy and obviously oblivious to the situation demeanor whereas Drake was just happy that he finally managed to one up his baby sister when the unthinkable happened.

Her hand grazed his place on her hip softly and her head tipped upward slowly, her chest which was now starting to develop, well reaching his hallowed breathing chest before the rest of her body, was pushed up against his now, hard, and her eyes dared him to look away.

Drake never backed down from a dare, no matter how stupid it may be.

"Kiss me."

There was silence before he nodded dumbly.

Dipping his head he planted his lips upon hers in haste, only hoping for it to be a peck between the two, too afraid for anything else. He was on his way to get up and off when he felt hands hold him securely in place and gripping through his hair and the back of his head, urging him to fall back down.

"Meg-" she placed her finger on his lips and shook her head. "No, don't speak. Not a word. You'll ruin the magic."

And so, he stood silent as she closed her eyes and dreamed a dream where he wasn't her brother and she wasn't his sister and the two didn't have only this one chance to experience something so blissfully amazing and yet so incredibly bittersweet.