Author's Note / Disclaimer: I own nothing here. I couldn't be so lucky, honestly.

Little Girl

Chapter One

Edwin, Lizzie, and Marti were hiding up in Edwin's room, from the things going on in the second floor bedrooms. They would've escaped downstairs, but they had been sent up to bed by Nora and George, who lived in the basement. Which meant that they would hear the footsteps of the three and then would come trouble.

"This is ridiculous," Lizzie muttered.

"Agreed," the other two said simultamiously.

"Maybe if we knocked on their doors and asked them to keep it down...?" Edwin suggested.

"That would just get us yelled at," Marti replied.

"And scarred for life by what we saw when the doors opened," Lizzie added.

"Never thought of that..." An obnoxious, annoying giggle cut through the air. All three crinkled their noses at the sound. Lizzie stood, moving so she was standing approximately where Derek's bed would be. She knelt down then began banging her palm on the floor.

"What're you doing?!" Edwin asked, rushing over.

"Stopping this," was all she said before continuing to smack her hand off the floor. "Derek! Some of us are trying to sleep!" Marti followed Lizzie's lead, doing the same thing to the floor over Casey's room. Edwin stood, jumping up and down, adding to the noise. All the sounds from the bedrooms below ceased. Then windows could be heard opening, and closing. Then doors opening and angry footsteps on the stairs leading up to the attic. The two eldest children burst into the attic bedroom.

"What the hell was that about?!" Derek demanded, glaring at them.

"We couldn't sleep with all that noise, Smerek!" Marti retorted, crossing her arms. Lizzie crossed hers as well.

"You two should be ashamed," she said. "For sneaking them in, for doing such... things, knowing that we can hear everything, especially Marti! She's a little young to be exposed to that!" Casey at least had the decency to look ashamed. Derek rolled his eyes.

"Like you have any idea what was going on," he scoffed. "You just-"

"Enough," Edwin said, stopping all of them. "The point is, is that you guys are supposed to be setting an example for us, and keeping us up is not a very good way to do that." Derek sighed, knowing he wasn't going to win this one.

"C'mon Smarti," he said after a moment. "Let's get you to bed." The youngest girl jumped on his back, letting him carry her to her room. Casey apologized to the other two before retreating into her room.

"Night Liz," Edwin yawned, moving towards his bed.

"Night Ed." Lizzie went down to her own room. Though she would never admit it to anyone, not even Edwin, there was another reason she was so bothered by some random girl being in Derek's room. She liked him. More than she should. She sighed, stripping off her tee shirt. Her door opened and closed quickly. Lizzie spun around to see Derek standing there. She froze, not knowing what to do. There she was, late at night, in her room, in nothing but her bra and jeans, with her older stepbrother, who she liked a ton more than she should. "What're you doing?"

"I think we need to talk," he said. Lizzie shook her head.

"No, we don't. Especially not right now." His eyes moved over her form. At sixteen, Lizzie wasn't the little girl he used to see when he looked at her. Especially not in curve-hugging jeans and a sexy, lacy bra.

"Now seems perfect. What's your issue with Treena?"

"I thought her name was Carrie...?"

"No, that was last week."

"And thus, you make the point we tried to make earlier," she said, smirking. Derek stood, dumbfounded. Lizzie had beat him at his own game. "Casey's never snuck a guy in before tonight. You sneak random girls in all the time. Marti actually asked me and Ed why you were hurting these girls, because of the shouting and such. Edwin stammered out something about them not being hurt, that you were just playing a game of some sort."

"She seriously thinks I'm hurting them?"

"How can she not?" Lizzie asked in return. "Edwin and I know what's going on, and even we aren't so sure half the time." Derek smirked, getting an idea. He took three long strides across the room so he was right in front of Lizzie. He pulled her closer with one hand on her hip, the other on the back of her head, kissing her quickly. Lizzie gasped in shock, which allowed him to explore her mouth with his tongue.

Derek ran his fingers up and down her side, just barely touching, causing Lizzie to shiver. Then he backed her into the wall, pressing her firmly against it. He trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck to her exposed shoulder and collarbone. Lizzie let out a light moan when Derek ran his tongue along her clavical. Then a surprised yelp when he bit at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

"Those aren't sounds of pain," Derek said lowly in her ear before kissing her roughly one last time and leaving her room. Lizzie stood there panting, wondering what the hell had just happened. Edwin burst through the door a moment later.

"Are you alright? I heard you yell," he said, not even glancing at her half-nakedness.

"Yeah, yeah, I uh... I just thought I saw a spider the size of a baseball," she said. "I'm either seeing things or it got away."

"Next time, don't scream; just stomp on it," he instructed. This made Lizzie laugh.

"With my bare foot? No thanks."

"You should sleep, sis. You're imagining things."

"Yeah, I should. Goodnight."

"Don't let the baseball-sized spiders bite," Edwin joked as he left her room, closing the door. Lizzie dropped onto her bed, heart racing in her chest. In his own room, Derek was in a similar state. He ran a hand through his hair, leaning against his closed bedroom door.

"What the hell happened?" he muttered to himself. I just made out with my stepsister. What the hell is wrong with me? Sure, he knew Lizzie was an attractive girl. But that didn't mean anything, right? He couldn't develope feelings for her. It just wasn't right... But Derek couldn't deny how much he had enjoyed having Lizzie trapped between his body and the wall. "I am so screwed..."