-1"Der-Rek!!!!" she screamed at me. Chasing me around the coffee table trying desperately, to get back her journal, which I had stolen. Why? Some may ask, why would I steal my new step-sister's journal? Well see it had been an um…..what's the word I'm looking for. Casey's the one that's good with words not me. I'm good at…well I think we all know what I'm good at. And any lady's out there whatever you might have heard about me is true. Call me anytime.

Well anyways, where was I? Oh yeah I was explaining why I had her journal. You see the thing was she isn't speaking to me at the moment. Granted I told the boy that she liked that she had a bad case of warts and that if he touched her he would get them. I don't know why I did that. It was the guy really, he was such a jackass. All he talked about was how he was going to get into her pants and how her hot little body was begging him to…ugh it makes me sick the way boys can be. Some of them are such slim balls. Okay, okay so I'm a slim ball too, but what can I say no girl can resist me smile and I'm just a happy person that likes to smile…a lot.

It had been a week since she had stopped talking to me and I hate to say it but it was driving me insane. I mean I love the girl. WAIT! What did I just say? I don't love her like that. I mean I love her like a sister. That's all she is. She's my little sister, just like Marti and Lizze. And big brothers are so posed to protect their younger sisters from slim balls. That's why she isn't allowed at any of my games. See my entire team is a bunch of slim balls. I remember the day I told them all about her.

"So my dad remarried some chick and now I have to new step-sisters. Oh what fun my house will be now with three women. My bachelor pad is done for." I complained.

"Yeah but Casey damn, she's one hot piece of ass." interjected Sam, my best friend of ten years. "I wouldn't mind having her share a bathroom with me. She strikes me as a bubble bath kind of girl. And I wouldn't mind walking in on her, in the tub, if you know what I mean."

"Oh nice D!"

"You're so goddamn lucky" Groaned my whole team.

That's when I decided that she wasn't allowed to date any of the hockey team. I didn't even know her back then, but I knew she had to be special for Sam to show interest in her. Sam had quite good taste and was very picky about girls.

Casey wasn't very happy when I forbade her to go to any of my games under the pretence that she was bad luck. The only reason we had lost was because she came to the game dressed in a fucking skirt that only came down to cover half of her tanned thigh. All the guys on both teams had trouble concentrating.

"Der-Rek, give me back my journal!" She screamed at me again.

"What's the magic word?" I asked, my classic grin spreading across my lips. She looked up at me, at my grin, and well any other girl would have swooned but Casey, Casey just got angrier.

"Now!" She screamed. She wouldn't say please to me even if her life depended on it.

"Nope. Not correct." I said as she snatched at the journal. I held it high above her head. My being a good five inches taller that her helped a great deal. Casey jumped for it, but being the klutz that she was her landing was not as smooth as she would have hoped. I saw this coming and instinctively my arm went around her waist keeping her steady.

I had her pressed close to my chest. She was molded perfectly into me. I could feel the curves of her breasts being pushed into me harder because of her ragged breathing. Her hips ground into mine as she was still trying to get her journal back from me. My breathing must have hitched because suddenly there was a flash of…realization? Understanding? Coyness? Whatever it was, she knew how to get her journal back from me. She stopped struggling and if it was even possible, pulled herself even closer to me. She threw her arms around my neck. She stood up on her tip-tops and leaned her face close to mine. I couldn't help but stare at the perfect lips that we a breath away from mine.

"Derek?" She said. The feel of her breath on my lips was making me crazy. Her blue eyes turning sapphire. I could feel my brown eyes shifting into a deeper dark chocolate color. I only knew this because…Ashley? Kim? Jade…? Had told me that when I get, ahem, 'excited', my eyes get darker.

"Derek?" She said again, her voice sounding like she was begging a lover. "Could I please have my journal back? Pretty please?" How could I not give into that? I lowered my arm to give her the journal, sliding my other hand down to her hips, still keeping her molded against me. Next thing I new…I'm a guy okay!? She was begging for it! Next thing I knew I was kissing, hard. She gasped opening her mouth to receive my tongue. I explored her entire mouth, not caring that she wasn't kissing back. Her hands were pushing my chest away. Finally I came up for air.

"Der-rek!" She screamed again. I was in a daze. Did I really just kiss Casey? My step-sister, Casey? As even worse questions started filling my head I didn't see what she was doing. She kicked me in my balls and spit on me as I doubled over in pain.

"Don't you ever come near me again!" she screamed. Then she ran up the stairs and I heard her door slam. I was lying on the floor, still in pain, wondering what we had just done. I kissed Casey. I kept saying it over and over in my head. Then a very small voice in the back of my head broke the chanting with 'she didn't kiss you back. She doesn't love you like you love her."

"Wait a second. What?! I love Casey like a sister. Just like Smarti." Said an even louder voice.

"No." Said the small voice. "You really lover her." And the just like that, everything made sense. I was in love with Casey MacDonald.