You sit in your desk chair, sixteen and reckless but gaining wisdom all the same, and spin it around. Your legs kick out to the rushing air, and your head lightly falls back in childish happiness. It's like being on the swings again.

A sudden creak fills your room, but you ignore it and continue spinning in the cool air. Your eyes are half-lidded and in that you can make out Casey's slouched figure.

"Looking for something, Spacey?" You angle your leg to stop the air from rushing around you as your step sister freezes in nervousness.

"You know Spacey," You begin, "you should take some anxiety pills. Or just smoke some pot. I bet it'll seriously chill you; which you majorly need."

Her once nervous eyes blaze into a raged fire, and she spewing, and you're not listening, and blahblahblah.

You let out a light shrug in her mid-rant, "Just advice."

She dangerously glares at you and suddenly you feel like those anime characters that she secretly watches. Yeah, you found her stash of that Fairy Tail one and you guess she might have bought it because of the two guys on front. The main thing you paid attention to was those girls' amazing rack.

"Thanks Derek, but taking advice from you would be my death."

You roll your eyes at her melodramatic act and widely yawn. "Eh, whatever you say Spacey. So whaddya want?"

Her arms cross around her chest, her chin raises in defiance, and she looks quite prideful. "Nothing from you, that's certain."

You raise an eyebrow in amusement, "Then why are you in my room?"

Honestly, she should have suspected it; you're quick-witted, sharp and actually have brains (just not from books).

Like you'd really let her get off that easily.

You're going to enjoy pissing her off and making her snap your name in half with that banshee shriek of hers.

"I needed something." She juts her roundcurvyridiculous hip out and put her arms tighter, squishing her breasts together.

Fuck, she's your step-sister.

But you're a teenage boy with a beautiful girl right next door.

"And that something would be…?" You hint comically, resting your elbows on your knees as your face sits between them.

Her eyes shift back and forth as if it might be embarrassing to even acknowledge the question.

"Caseyyyy," You whine out.

She shifts hips.

Your eyes fall on them.

A predatory smirk falls on her lips.

You look up.

Shit.