Hi guys, i wanted to thank you for reviewing myfirst shot at writingStealing kisses. It was really encouraging, so here i am back again, trying my hand at a multichapter story, so don't be surprised if it sucks :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, nor do I own the crazy concept that Derek and Casey are just like real brother and sister.
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Derek's Point of View:
I could not dance.
Shocking I know, but I Derek the great could not dance. It was just that I never danced the whole couple-ish boy-girl dance. Actually, it had worked out pretty well, since my popularity allowed me to be the one 'chilling out' away from the dance floor when those pesky slow songs came on. However, this was too good to last as I had become the homecoming king. Was there any question about it? This was great news, if not for the obligatory dance to start of the celebrations. And thus here I was, outside Casey's door. I knew she would never let me live it down, but this was it. I was about to give Casey the ammunition to mock me for the rest of my life. I raised my hand to knock, since it was best to not start of barging in and angering her further than what my presence usually did. I waited patiently and when I thought I heard a come in, I went in.
I heard wrong.
Since, it was not possible for Casey to invite me in, while she stood in front of the mirror, admiring her self in a delectable red lacy number. Hmm it could have given my posters a run for their money, as that lingerie set succeeded in hugging her figure beautifully. The matching bra seemed to pushup, her already ehm generously developed body, and the lacy panties rode low enough to just drive any male crazy. Any normal hormonal male crazy… any normal hormonal not-related-by blood male crazy. It was at this moment, when my thoughts started their descent into the dirty part of my brain, that Casey finally realized she had an audience. With a shrill mind numbing scream, she hurried into her closet.
Before I could even get my hearing back, the clan had decided to march in. All of them, holding various items from around the house. Though I didn't get how dad could be stuck with a wooden spoon while Martie got the baseball bat … so little sister with violent tendencies, check! Rather than commenting on what looked to be a very feeble attack against god knows what, I in my ever calming and somewhat patronizing tone exclaimed, "Hold down the fort men! It was just a bug!"
Each of them with a roll of their eyes turned to leave the room, but almost if realizing at once, they turned as one. Each one looking at me curiously but it was Dad who took the opportunity to voice out what was probably on each of their minds, "Um Derek, why are you in Casey's room?"
Having had a little bit of time, I automatically gave my sound reason, "I wanted to see the carpet color in here." And apparently I didn't have enough time, but hey I can't have all the looks, and have all the brains as well.
"….but all the rooms have the same carpet," said Dad hesitantly, looking as if he wanted to take me to the nearest mental hospital.
"Well that proves it then" I replied as if he hadn't just pointed out my stupidity. "Now I need some help with a homework question from Casey so please can you guys go and put away your respective weapons, and let me finish my work."
Though still looking at me with a sense of worriment, they left.
Sighing, I laid back on the bed. I could have been nice and left the room to give her a minute to compose herself but where would be the fun in that. Just because I wanted a favor didn't mean that I could not take the opportunity to perform my favorite step brother duty of annoying her. She entered again, wearing her favorite sweat suit that seemed to cling to her like second skin, which is why I took the chance of trying to use my nonexistent laser vision to see if I could distinguish the undergarments. As if reading my thoughts, Casey took the pleasure of slapping my head, before taking a seat in front of me.
Scowling and ignoring that just a minute ago I saw her half naked, she chose to reply in her usual scathing tone. "What do you want Derek, or did you just come here thinking oh why not see the number of ways I can annoy Casey?"
My comeback was on the tip of my tongue, but was suddenly stopped when the reason for my visit came back to me. The reason that involved keeping Casey the nicest she could be in my presence. I began with my innocent-don't-u-love-me-tone, which worked on every girl that walked this earth, "Hey Casey dearest, just thought I should drop by to see what's happening with my favorite step sis?"
"What do you want Derek?"
Apparently every girl but Casey.
"Why would you think I would want something, I mean why can't I just want—"
"What do you want Derek?"
"Now come on, I never ask for—"
"Derek!"
"Fine, Iwantyoutoteachmehowtodance"
"… excuse me"
"I want you to teach me how to dance alright!"
I looked up expecting her to give me never-in-a-million-years look, but I couldn't see her face since she was too busy hiding her face and laughing her ass off. This was such a bad idea. I give up, homecoming or no homecoming, I would not be dancing. I got up angrily, and stormed towards the door to get out, but before I could open it. Casey slammed her hand down on it, and stopped the door from opening. Still gasping from the lack of oxygen, she choked out "I am sorry! I am sorry!"
I turned to look at her, fully expecting her smug evil smile, but not her flushed face and her eyes sparkling with laughter. As much as I put her down, she really was beautiful. She was not the showy kind that would part crowds with awe, but she was the kind that if you came across, you would have to turn for a second look. I was snapped out of my daze by her waving hand in front of my face.
"Derek…hellooo … calling to the mother ship," giggled Casey uncharacteristically.
Rolling my eyes at her antics, I grabbed her hand to stop her.
"What?" I replied irritated, not in the mood to be made fun of. And as if taking pity, she sobered up as well to drag me back to sit on her bed beside her. As if settling in for a long story, she stretched out against the headboard and looked at me expectantly
"So you want to learn to dance……why?"
"Because I don't know how to!" I shot back sarcastically.
"Fine, if you want to take that attitude, then you can ask somebody else to help you with it," replied Casey angrily. I quickly grabbed her before she could get up, pushing her back with a gentle push.
"I am sorry," sighing, "It's just that it's hard to admit…that I have flaws," smirking a little as I added, "Since you know how perfect I am"
Rolling her eyes with the half a smile, she gave me an affectionate push. It was nice to know that Casey wasn't indifferent to all my charms. I took her smile as a sign to continue, "You see, I need to know how to dance the "right" way because since I am the homecoming king, I need to do the first couple dance with everybody looking," I shuddered, the thought of failing in front of everybody was pretty bad. "Anyways, I heard Nora mention that you took a lot of the dance lessons up until high school, and I have seen you dance, so I thought maybe you could help by spreading the talent."
Don't know if it was the trick of the light, but I swore I saw her blush.
"As nice as you are being, I still gotta ask….What's in it for me," replied a smirking Casey. I was seriously starting to rub off on her…okkkk why did that sound wrong in my head.
"How about the middle shelf in the bathroom that you wanted so badly?" I pointed it out as if it was a lot to lose. I never got her tirade about the place for her tooth brush. Women!
Smiling, she said, "Deal!" and put her hand forward to shake.
I couldn't resist unnerving her little bit so I grabbed her hand and pulled her into a very physical hug. She felt so soft and smelled so good that I couldn't help but run my hand up and down her back. She stiffened in surprise, bringing me out of my stupor. I was supposed to be disconcerting her, not enjoying myself. So I leaned in further, lightly brushing my lips against her ear and whispered, "You know I think black would suit you more than red."
I didn't give her time to process it, before I ran though still narrowly missing the pillow that was thrown at me. I laughed as her cry of outrage rang through the house.
