He walked into the dark house late again. He wasn't expecting someone to be waiting on the couch either. So when the light turned on, being startled would be an understatement.
He jumped and saw Casey sitting on the couch in her pink bath robe.
"Where have you been?" She asked him.
"Who are you, my mother?" He sneered back at her.
"Uh, no, I'm just constantly worried about you because you leave without telling me and you stay out until the butt crack of dawn,"
"Butt crack of dawn," he chuckled, "Case, it's one in the morning. I wouldn't classify that as being the butt crack of dawn,"
"You know what I mean."
This was the first time he actually saw her waiting up for him like this. He knew she did, but he also knew that she would wait at the stairs and once he came home, she would go straight to bed. She never actually waited in the living room for him. So the sight of her gave him a stronger clue that she was actually kind of worried about him.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"You know, no one's around I think its okay for you to actually apologize to me."
He sighed, "I'm sorry," he said more clearly.
"It's okay," she said to him. "But if you can't call, at least send a text or something,"
"I know, I just get caught up,"
She gave him a questioning look, "With hanging out with Sam and Ralph?"
Derek froze and looked at her, "Right," he nodded slowly, "Sam and Ralph, we were playing X-Box,"
She chuckled and shook her head, "Boys,"
"Right,"
She got up off the couch and her robe fell open and he caught a glimpse of her short shorts and her tank top. He smirked and she rolled her eyes.
"Oh, no, I'm not gonna let that smirk get me this time. You could have had fun earlier when our parents were out but you decided to go out with your friends,"
"You can be quiet,"
"Exactly," she said to him with her hands on her hips, "I can't," she said firmly, "I'm going to bed,"
She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms slithered slowly around her thin waist and hugged her back. She kissed him and he tried to deepen it. She broke it completely and shook her head.
"I told you," she reminded him.
"How about a quickie?"
"No," she said with a quick kiss, "good night."
She hugged him once more and inhaled.
"Why do you always smell so good when you come home?"
"I…have no idea," he said shaking his head.
But he really knew. He knew why he had that scent and he thanked God that she had no idea what the scent was. And he prayed that she wouldn't find out anytime soon.
"Good night," she said to him.
"Night,"
He watched her walk away from him and up the stairs. He sighed and plopped down on the couch. He had no idea how he got in this deep and if there was any way to get out of it. All he knew is that he wanted out, but then he wanted to continue on with what he was doing.
--
His phone went off for about the millionth time that morning and he sighed.
One of the many cons about his secret life.
He flipped open his phone and read the text.
I need an oz.
He texted back and hit send right when Casey walked into the kitchen.
"Morning texts again?" She asked him.
"Jealous are we?"
"Why would I be jealous? Just because my phone isn't exploding with texts twenty-four seven…"
"I was kidding," he said to her and got nothing, "where is everyone?"
"Out for a day of fun," Casey said to him.
And it was then he noticed what she had on. It was almost like she planned it all or something because all she had on was a large shirt. What happened to the shorts and the tank top? He smirked and walked over to her after he put his phone in his back pocket. She turned around and jumped a little. He chuckled and kissed her softly.
"Mmm, I told you that you should have been here last night," she said breaking this kiss.
"Well let me make it up to you," he whispered to her before he kissed her again.
And she kissed him back so obviously wanted him to so it was all good for him.
His hands pushed up her shirt and landed on her bare waist. She let of a soft moan and she felt his hands land on her hips and he started pushing down her excuse for underwear. After they slid all the way down her legs, she let him place wet, hot, kisses on her neck and she gasped when his fingers slipped past her already wet center.
He smirked in her neck and moved his hands back under her shirt which was quickly discarded and thrown onto the kitchen floor. The cold air instantly made her nipples hard and she moaned when she felt his hands cup them. He ran the pads of his thumbs over them and she gasped against his mouth. Then, trailing kissed down her neck and to her chest, his lips encircled around her left nipple and she threw her head back with a moan.
And just when Casey thought she couldn't take anymore, she felt his fingers dance along the bare skin between her legs. He then left her breast and kissed her again. He walked her over to the island and he lifted her up. When she sat on the counter top, he saw her visibly shiver and he smirked at her. He knelt down on the floor and kissed slowly up her thighs. Casey folded her leg over his shoulder and he opened her lips gently. And with the flick of his tongue, he tasted her and she quivered.
Now, some explaining is in dire need here. Derek and Casey were simply play buddies. But they never had sex with each other, just oral. And he knew that if she ever said 'Derek I want you to fuck me now,' he would fuck her in a heart beat. And he also knew that he wouldn't have to be gentle because last year he had walked in on her and Truman.
He remembered that Truman was on the bottom with Casey straddling him, facing the door, completely topless, and rocking her hips back and forth. He remembered he just walked in and froze. Her moaning stopped but she didn't stop riding Truman. She asked if he minded in a rude manner and then he left.
Oh, how he hated seeing her ride Truman like she did. How could Truman please a girl like Casey? Truman was skin and bone compared to Derek. And when the day came when he got to fuck Casey's brains out, he was going to flaunt it. He wouldn't care what everyone would think.
Casey bit her lip and let out a whine and grabbed a handful of his hair. Her other hand held her weight as she was at the brink of her orgasm.
"Hmm, god, Derek," she moaned out when she released her lip.
His lips circled around her clit and began sucking roughly. He then slipped two fingers inside her and he found that spot that would drive her up the wall. And with one rough push, she let out a startled, shaky moan. With the attention his mouth was giving her clit, and his fingers giving her insides, she knew she was about to explode.
Her breathing picked up, a light sheet of sweat covered her lean body, her back arched in a staggered motion as her juices spilled out of her. Her leg that was over his shoulder, wrapped around his neck half way as she came. She moaned and cried out his name. She collapsed and fell back on the counter as Derek continued his feast on her wet, quivering center. And when she tried to move away from his mouth, he knew that she had had enough. He stood up a little and placed small kissed from her wet lips, to her stomach, to her breasts, her neck and stopped at her lips. She whimpered into a deep kiss from him and then he looked down at her.
"I really am sorry for being so late last night,"
"It's okay," she said to him, running her hand through his hair.
He kissed her once more and pulled her body up with his. Casey moved her hands down his body and he pushed her hands away.
"I have to be somewhere," he said to her.
"You always have to be somewhere,"
She hopped off the counter and she snatched up her shirt from the floor and she slipped it back on her body. She grabbed her underwear from the floor as well and she walked out of the kitchen. He sighed and walked back up to his room as well. But as he walked past her room, he was really quiet. He made sure she had no idea that he was doing into his room. And when he made it there successfully, he locked his door and went to his closet.
He pulled out a key and unlocked it. When he unlocked it and opened the door, there was a white sheet pinned up, blocking the view entirely. He walked through the sheet and closed the door behind him. The only light was form heat lamps, and blue lights. He flipped the main switch and looked around the closet.
Foil covered the walls. He had shelves built on the walls with little garden pots, on the floor were bigger pots and along the other wall, there was a long black tray with smaller pots.
And in these pots was either forming, of entire seven leaf plants.
It was his own personal grow house for weed.
He was only in there to grab his scale so he went to get it. When he grabbed it, he turned out the main light and walked out of the closed. He locked the door behind him and then went to the other side of his bed that was next to his window. He pulled of up the floor board and then a plastic bag that was full of weed. He set the scale on the floor and started weighing out the plant. Once he got the right amount, he slid the scale under the bed, stuffed the baggie in his pocket and hurried out of his room.
And Casey had just thrown herself on her bed with a huff. Derek was always doing this to her. Sure they weren't dating but he would get her off and then leave. He used to stick around and she was really confused why he didn't want to have sex with her. What they were doing was pretty close to having sex. And because they didn't have sex, she needed to get completely off. Not just someone going down on her and fingering her, she wanted someone to make her fully satisfied and at that moment, she knew the right person to do that if Derek wasn't going to.
She reached over and grabbed her phone off the night table and looked through her phone book. She stopped on Max and hit call.
"Hey Max,"
"Hey Case, what's up?" he greeted her.
"So, my mom and George are all out with the kids, you doing anything?" She asked him.
"No, want me to come over?"
"Sure, we can have a little fun," she said smirking.
"Fun, right, I'll be there in like five,"
"Bye,"
She snapped her phone shut and smiled to herself. She then got up from her bed and picked out some clothes that she knew would be discarded once Max got there.
She picked tight jeans and a tank top.
--
Derek knocked on the front door and waited for them to open. He had driven about forty-five minutes outside of London. Suddenly, a skinny girl answered the door and smiled at him.
"Hey Derek,"
"Hey Chris,"
She moved out of the way so that Derek could walk in and she walked in after him. He walked down the hall, following the sent of more burning plants and he got to the room. He opened the door and walked in. A dark haired boy around his age looked up with red eyes and smiled at him.
"Derek, you made it," he said to him, "almost thought that you got lost or something,"
"I always show up for you, Danny,"
Danny handed Derek a wad of cash. After counting it, making sure the right amount was there, he handed Danny the small baggie.
"Wanna hit the bong?" he asked Derek.
He hesitated before he answered. Really, he just wanted to give him the weed and then get out of there.
He nodded anyways.
--
Casey and Max were making out on the couch.
He came in and she pretty much dragged him there.
And Max was completely cool with the arrangement that they had together.
She was currently straddling him, his pants undone with a noticeable hard on, and his hands under her tank top, teasing her.
She moaned softly and broke the kiss. She let him push her shirt up and her head tilted back when she felt his tongue flick her hard nipple. His other hand traveled down her slim waist and slipped into the front of her jeans. He worked his fingers into her underwear and he slipped his fingers into her wet lips. Casey moaned and started rocking her hips against his hand.
--
Derek coughed yet again after he blew the smoke out. He then sat back on the couch and closed his eyes, enjoying the high he had.
"Derek, dude,"
"What's up?" He asked his client.
"That step sister of yours, ever fuck her?"
"No, not yet,"
"Why not?"
That was a good question.
Why hadn't Derek fucked Casey yet?
They were already messing around anyways, so why hadn't he gone all the way with her.
There would be no strings attached…right?
"I don't know,"
Right?
--
"Let's go to my room," she murmured breathlessly.
"I thought everyone was out,"
"They are but you never know when they could come home,"
Max nodded and removed his hands from her body. She then got off him and grabbed his hand, pulling him up, then led him to her room.
Once in her room and on her bed, she started pulling off his clothes. She didn't want to play like she and Derek do all the time, she wanted some good fucking and she wanted it now.
Max startled her and grabbed her waist and switched positions with her. She was now on the bed, shirt pushed up and over her bare breasts, and her jeans undone. Max tugged on her pant legs and pulled them off her legs, along with her underwear, leaving her completely naked in front of him. He leaned down and kissed her while she pulled him out.
He felt different than Derek. They were both smooth but Derek was wider. She could wrap her entire small hand around Max. Derek, she could barely do that. There was at lease half an inch that Casey couldn't grip.
Max then gripped her hips and lifted her to meet him. And once he was inside her, she moaned in more than just pleasure.
He was going slowly and she was already getting irritated with him. Sure it felt great but this wasn't what she wanted. But she knew that if she started complaining to him about his sexual tactics, he would just up and leave. So she just let him be with his slow fucking.
And because it wasn't how she wanted it, she began rubbing her clit. And it seemed like Max noticed that she wanted more, he got on his knees at the edge of the bed and started pumping quicker. She let out a shaky moan and her back arched.
--
"When was the last time you got any ass?" Chris asked.
Derek looked at her and got lost in her green eyes.
He chuckled when he snapped out of it, "A little too long,"
"Is there something wrong with this girl who you're hookin' up with?" she asked him.
"No, we just don't have sex," she looked at him confused, "she gives me head, I heat her out,"
She nodded and she passed him the bong. He lit the bowl and put his mouth in the tube. He sucked in and pulled the bowl out and took all of the smoke. He held it in and then blew it out.
And he had no idea he had his eyes closed but when he opened them, Chris was straddling his lap.
"Whoa," he laughed out, "I am so high right now,"
"So give me an estimate of how long it's been since you've actually had sex,"
He leaned back, looked her body up and down, "A few months,"
She leaned in and let her lips linger against his and he tried to kiss her but she moved back a little.
"You wanna go to my room?" she asked him.
"Mmm, I wanna fuck you,"
"Yeah?"
Chris leaned in again and kissed him. Just a little bit, teasing Derek, and she got off his lap. She pulled him up from the couch and led him to her room. And right away, he kissed her. He ran his hands under her shirt and peeled it away like it was nothing. He picked her up and her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked over to her bed and laid her out on it. He broke the kiss to remove his shirt and felt her undo his jeans.
--
Her bed was creaking, her head board was banging against the wall, and moans and grunts filled the room.
Now Max was getting the hang of what she wanted.
His thrust had more force to them and her moans were filled with more pleasure.
"Oh, god," he groaned into her neck.
He somehow managed to hit that one spot within her and she grabbed a hold of his black hair roughly. She whimpered and she then flipped them over, wanting to be in control.
And as she was riding him, she wondered what the hell has been up with Derek lately. Sure she always thought he was up to something because that's what she always thought of him. Because this was Derek she was talking about.
She started really noticing when he had come home high one night. His eyes were red but she had no idea that he smoked because he had just gotten out of the shower that night.
"And where have you been?" He asked, standing in her door way in nothing but a towel, water sliding down his body.
"I was out with Emily; did you get soap in your eyes or something?" She asked, trying to ignore the fact that he was practically naked.
"No soap," he said, waling into her room. He sat down on the bed and looked at her. Her reflection from her mirror looked back at him and she turned around.
"Aren't you gonna go get dressed?"
"Why, it's not like I have anywhere to be,"
"Well can you get out so that I can get changed?" She asked him.
"Why?"
"Because,"
Derek leaned back on his elbows and smirked at her. He knew that he had a hard on and it was barely noticeable but he knew that Casey knew it was there.
"Are you seriously shy about changing in front of people?" He asked her, "I mean you change in front of people all the time, I mean you are in dance,"
"That's different," she said standing up, "they're girls, not my annoying step brother who's half naked on my bed,"
"Come here," he said to her.
"What," she sighed here.
"Come here,'
She rolled her eyes and stood in front of him. He sat back up and he unbuttoned her jeans and started to pull them down.
"Derek, what the hell are you doing?"
"You went commando today?" he asked her, ignoring her question. He tried to pull them down more but she stopped him. "What's wrong?"
"Derek,"
He ignored her and pulled her pants down slowly. When her bare self was presented in front of him, he placed a gentle kiss right before her slit, making her shiver.
And that was the first time her went down on her.
She paid him back after.
--
Derek was pounding into the girl beneath him. She was moaning with every thrust, almost sounding like he was hurting her. He suddenly pulled out and watched her get on her hands and knees and he found her wet core and entered her again. His hands landed on her hips and he was pulling her back roughly to meet his thrusts and she whimpered.
Derek closed his eyes and thought of what it would be like to fuck Casey like this.
He wanted to, too. Like, really, really. But he wasn't sure why he was so afraid to actually sleep with her but he knew he wanted her.
And the thought of him fucking Casey, he came inside of Chris while she came as well and she twitched around him. He wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from collapsing.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered out and Derek groaned into her back.
He pulled out of her and fixed his pants back up. He watched Chris turn to look at him and she smiled at him.
"So is something wrong with her? I mean that was fucking amazing," she breathed out.
"You got me," he shrugged before he put his shirt back on. "But I gotta go,"
"Okay,"
Derek put his jacket back on and left.
--
Casey whined and started riding Max faster and harder. Her hips started to stagger against his so he gripped them, moving them for her, bringing them both over in a quivering mess. Her body bucked against his and she bit her lip.
"You're good," she smiled down at him.
"I know,"
Suddenly Max's phone started buzzing. Casey reached into his pocket and pulled it out. She looked at the screen.
It was a text.
"Amy?" she asked him.
"Yeah, I kinda planned a date with her,"
"Then I guess you should go," she said to him.
Max sat up and kissed her, flipping her over at the same time. He pulled out of her and fixed up his pants.
"Call you later," he said to her.
--
Derek had just pulled up to his house. He looked in the mirror and saw how red his eyes were and he pulled out some eye drops from the glove compartment. After putting a few in, and blinking a lot, he got out and headed to the door. When he got there, he was greeted with Max.
"Hey…" he said to him.
"Derek, what's up?" Max asked him.
"Not much,"
"Cool, well I gotta go,"
"Peace, bro,"
Derek looked around with confusion etched on his face. He shook his head and walked in. He saw Casey walk out of the kitchen in shorts and a shirt with a bottle of water at hand. She sat down on the couch and looked at him.
"Have fun?" she smirked at him.
"Did you have fun?"
She rolled her eyes and he sat down on his chair.
"Make some French toast," he said to her suddenly.
"Are you kidding me?"
--
"So what did you two do today?" Nora asked at the dinner table.
"I hung out with Sam and Ralph," Derek lied easily.
"And I went to the mall with Emily," Casey lied as well.
"Really," Derek said to her, "what about Max?"
"Max?" Her mother asked. "Was he in the house?"
"I saw him leaving when I got back, Emily must have just gone straight home after the mall," Derek said to his step mom.
"Casey,"
"Mom, we just hung out on the couch,"
"We'll talk about it later,"
Casey glared at her step brother and he smirked at her.
And later that night, Casey found that she was grounded for the next week for having Max in the house when no one was there. She stayed in her room for the rest of the night too. But she wanted to go to Derek's room to scream at him for getting her into trouble but she couldn't. She wasn't going to stoop to his level, so she just let it go…for now.
But while she was in her room, she had no idea that Derek was out doing another drug run.
"The next time I get tainted plants, I'm gonna kill someone," a voice said as Derek walked down the hallway.
"I'm telling you, this is way better than that shit you got last week," someone explained.
"It better be,"
Derek knocked on the door frame and stepped in.
"You Derek?" An older man asked.
"Yes, sir, and I believe I have something for you," he said to him.
"Let's see it,"
Derek handed him the sack and watched as he took a whiff. He then looked up at Derek and he smirked.
"Smells good," he said to Derek, then handed him his money. "Pleasure doing business with you,"
"You too," Derek said to him.
He turned to leave but stopped when he heard a throat being cleared. Derek turned and saw the older man pull out a list.
"Can you find a way to get these?"
Derek grabbed the list and nodded a little.
"Yeah," he said, "yeah I think I can, actually. When do you need them by?"
"Next week,"
"I'll take care of it,"
And Derek left.
--
It was already midnight and Casey was still in her room thinking of something to say to him for getting her into trouble. She then stormed out of her room and into Derek's.
He wasn't there.
He was no where to be found.
The only thing that was going on in his room was his stereo and his desk lamp. She let out a huff and walked around his room. She sat on his bed and looked around his room. He always seemed to be out when she needed to talk to him. And right when she was going to leave his room, she noticed his closet door slightly ajar.
Now, any other day she would care less about his slightly open closet door. But on this night, she was drawn to it. It could have been because it was open a little bit, maybe because there was a sheet peaking out from the crack, or maybe it was because she saw a light glow of light from behind the sheet.
Her brows furrowed together and she walked over to the door. She opened it slowly and sure enough, there was a sheet hanging in the door way. She looked it up and down, almost afraid to see what was behind it. She then cautiously grabbed the sheet with her hand and pulled it aside. And she was right; there was a lamp in his closet. But it didn't shine off very much light. She then reached around in the dark for the light switch and she finally found it.
She flipped on the light and gasped.
Shelves and counter tops in her step brother's closet filled with seven leafed green plants. She was absolutely shocked. She walked in further and saw that Derek had a window and what looked like to be an addition to the closet. She peaked in and saw what looked to be a three foot long stock, hanging upside down, clearly drying out.
And it was then that she recognized the smell. The smell that was constantly on Derek when he came home late at night.
She then heard a creek and then foot steps. She turned around in the closet to see Derek standing there, glaring at her.