Jersey

"How can you possibly even think about exercising in this heat?" Casey groans, looking back at me over the back of the living room couch.

It's hot in Kingston today. Like, hell in the summer hot. And it appears that our apartment apparently doesn't have air conditioning. Or if it does, it sucks ass and is quite apparently useless.

But even in the heat, even in the blazing heat of this August, I need to keep up with my work-outs. Hockey is a year-round commitment. So that being said, I'm currently using one of those over-the-door frame pull-up bars which seems to be bothering my girlfriend.

"Why shouldn't I? Do you have something better I could be doing?" I ask, giving her that half-smile that I've heard be described as my 'panty-dropping smile'.

Although, apparently that half-smile seems to be doing a whole lot of nothing with Casey. She hasn't even let me touch her in almost a week due to this heat.

Casey pretends to think for a second before replying, "No, can't think of a thing."

I laugh lightly to myself, hopping back up onto the bar and crossing my feet at the ankles.

I do a set of ten pull-ups before deciding it is rather hot, therefore deciding to shed a layer of clothing, throwing my shirt off toward the laundry room of our apartment.

Another set of ten pull-ups goes by while I pretend to not notice Casey as she pretends she's not watching me.

"Geeze, Derek, you're making me hot just looking at you," Casey grumbles, standing from the couch and heading into the kitchen, presumably for her fifth glass of ice water within the hour.

I smirk. Poor choice of words, McDonald.

I drop down from the pull-up bar, stalking over behind Casey in the kitchen, looming over her and running my hands down her sides and down her bare thighs beneath her shorts.

"I could take care of that for you," I whisper in her ear, leaning down to press my lips to the side of her neck.

Casey's fingers tighten around her glass, her knuckles turning white before she turns around in my arms, stepping away from me.

"Derek," Casey warns.

"What's the matter, Princess?"

Casey's eyes are wandering. This whole 'no physical contact' thing is affecting her just as much as it's affecting me and I'm grateful for that. My level of horny can't be a one-way road. That's not fair.

Casey's eyes follow the beads of sweat that are dripping down my chest and I watch as her gaze drops to where my jeans are slung low on my hips. She bites her lip, her eyes shooting back up to meet mine.

"Too hot," Casey whimpers, ducking around me and taking her glass of ice water with her into the living room.

I laugh. I'll get her to break. She can't stay away from me forever.

It's about an hour later, and Casey is attempting to focus on her reading for her classes that are starting in two weeks.

Casey has her books open on my bed, laying on her stomach, reading and taking notes.

I'm trying to focus on whatever hockey game replay is currently on tv but the thought of being on the ice right now is almost orgasmic. This heat is killer.

And not for nothing, Casey McDonald is in my bed. That's enough to make anyone hot under the collar. Well, figuratively anyway considering I'm still shirtless.

I decide paying attention to hockey is just about hopeless at this point and lay down on my stomach beside my step-sister.

"You're too close, Derek," Casey reprimands, inching away from me again.

I sigh.

"Y'know, Case, I'm starting to feel concerned that my girlfriend doesn't want to have sex with me," I laugh, leaning closer to her and nuzzling my nose against her shoulder.

Casey laughs along with me, turning her head so she's barely an inch from me. Close enough to smell her toothpaste. Close enough that if I leaned forward just barely, I'd be kissing her.

"Believe me, D, it's not for a lack of wanting to."

And even though I know it'll get me in trouble, I kiss her anyway. Going days without my girlfriend allowing me to kiss her is as close to hell as I think I've ever been, even in this heat.

Casey whimpers against my lips.

My hand reaches up to cup the back of her neck, my fingers toying with the baby hairs on the back of her neck that aren't swept up into the messy bun on top of her head.

Casey's lips move with mine and I swipe my tongue along her bottom lip, asking for more. And to my surprise, she lets me in. Even more than that, too, Casey rolls over into her back, pulling me with her so I'm on top of her.

I have to take advantage of Casey actually letting me do something by leaning down and press my lips to her neck, sucking and biting into her skin.

"Derek," Casey pants, bucking her hips up to meet mine and I couldn't stop the groan that forces its way out of my throat if I tried.

What? This is probably the most intimate contact I've had with Casey in about a week. A man has needs, okay.

I'm sliding my hands up Casey's shirt, about to pull it off when she pushes on my shoulder, shoving me lightly off of her.

"Too hot," Casey frowns, and I can see the disappointment in her eyes which I'm sure is mirrored in my own.

This damn heatwave Canada seems to be going through this week needs to end soon or I might die of blue balls.

"Yeah, it's still so hot," Casey grumbles as she's on the phone with Nora for their evening call.

Casey is still sprawled out on our bed, but her textbooks have since been discarded to the floor. She said something about how reading about chemistry was making her sweat. Chemistry will do that sometimes- make you all hot and bothered.

Casey has the phone on speaker mode so I can hear Nora too even though I'm barely listening.

"I'm sorry, honey, but hopefully the heat will subside soon," Nora says on the other end of the line, sympathy for her daughter in her voice.

Casey groans.

"It better or I'm gonna lose my mind."

I can't help but snicker at that. I might lose my mind too but probably not for the same reasons Casey says she will.

"Well, the weather channel says the heatwave should be going away soon," Nora says and I can almost hear the smile in her voice. "Anyway, how's Derek? We haven't heard from him since Sunday."

Shit. Casey may talk to Nora every day, and I swear I try to call home as often as possible, but Nora's right. It's been five days since I've called home.

It's just hard to come up with things to say and talk about when all I want to do more often than not is talk about the night in watching movies I had with Casey or when Casey and I went out for pizza for dinner or just blurt out that I'm in love with my step-sister. I never would've imagined that Casey might be a better liar than I am- when it comes to this anyway.

"Derek is Derek. As stubborn as ever," Casey tells her mom, shooting dagger eyes at me and I know she's definitely referring to how grumpy I've been about the lack of sex.

Don't get me wrong, I'd never want Casey to do something she doesn't want to. But it's knowing she does want to that's getting to me. She wants the sex too. It's just too damn hot.

"And just when I was hoping you two had actually gotten past the animosity," Nora laughs.

Casey has been trying to ease our family into the idea of us getting along so when we actually tell our parents we're together it won't be such a surprise by mentioning in passing a civil conversation we might've had or how I drive her to and pick her up from dance lessons or how I brought her home soup when she had the flu last month with only minimal complaints. But seriously, who gets the flu in July?

Casey laughs in return along with her mother.

"Wishful thinking, Mom, wishful thinking," Casey smiles.

She misses Nora. We haven't seen Nora or my dad since Valentine's Day and the rest of the tribe since Christmas and Casey definitely misses them.

That's not to say I don't, because I do, but again, the talking thing. It's hard.

Casey's said plenty of times that she hates feeling like she's missing out on Lizzie and Edwin going through high school and Marti going through elementary school, but she also acknowledges that she's in college and that's equally as important.

Casey and Nora talk for almost an hour and a half after that, about just about anything. I listen a little more intently when they start to talk about how the rest of the sibs are doing.

Lizzie is about to start her second year of high school, and she's quite apparently kicking ass in soccer because her team hasn't lost a game all summer. Edwin is less enthused about school starting soon, but he's thrilled that him and Lizzie have a few classes together. He says Lizzie intimidates the kids that like to knock his books on the floor so as soon as they found out Lizzie is his sister, they've left him alone mostly.

Marti starts the fourth grade soon and Nora says she's just as excited as most ten year olds are about starting school.

Casey listens as Nora tells her all of this, smiling because she feels a little closer to home now that she knows what's been happening at the McDonald-Venturi household.

It's early, around seven, when Casey stirs awake the next morning after avoiding me like the Plague all night by sleeping on the opposite side of the bed from me.

The heat may be bad during the day, but it's torturous at night. It's like, do I sleep with a blanket or not? Do I try to pull my girlfriend close to me or leave her be on her own side of the bed?

Casey turns on her back, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before she sits upright, looking down at me with an arched eyebrow. Without her saying a word, I know what she's thinking. Why are you awake? The sun's barely even up yet.

Fair point.

"Too hot," I grumble, sitting up next to her.

My hands are itching to pull her into my arms and hold her until nightfall. But I know if I tried that right now she'd probably melt from heat exhaustion.

Good news, though, is that according to the whether channel, the heat is supposed to break by the weekend. Hallelujah.

Casey nods in agreement at the notion that it's too hot.

I can't help but notice how stunning my step-sister is, even first thing in the morning.

She slept with her hair tossed up in a bun on top of her head, but most of the hair has fallen out of that now and the tank top and shorts she decided to sleep in don't seem to be aiding much in keeping her cool considering the light sheen of sweat that's making her skin glisten. There's a reason I call her my princess. She looks like she deserves to be royalty... And because 'Goddess' seems a bit much for an everyday pet name.

Casey groans and tosses the blanket off her legs, rolling out of bed and staggering to the bathroom across the hall. I decide to get up as well and wait for her to get out before deciding if we're planning to move to Antarctica in the near future.

Casey is standing at the sink, brushing her teeth with her eyes closed and I can't help but smile at that. Casey may be prim and proper more often than not, but as soon as she wakes up, it's just about impossible to pull a coherent sentence from the girl.

Casey wipes her mouth on her arm and splashes her face with water, moaning in ecstasy when the cold water hits her skin.

Hearing such a sound fall from her lips makes my hair stand on end. I haven't heard such a glorious sound in too long and I can't help the way my body reacts to it.

I step closer, leaning against the bathroom doorframe as she pats her face dry with a towel.

Casey turns to look at me, her eyes tracing over my chest and down to where my sweatpants start, sucking her bottom lip when she sees the obvious tent in the front of my pants.

"Derek," Casey chides, as if I can control it.

I smirk and shrug my shoulders, brushing past her into the bathroom to take a page out of her book and splash my own face with ice cold water.

And holy shit. If that doesn't make me miss being on the ice, I don't know what would.

It's when the water hits my skin that a lightbulb goes off in my head. Why the hell I hadn't thought of it before is beyond me.

I reach out to Casey, taking her hand in mine, smiling down at her. I lean down and press my lips to hers, not letting her process what I'm doing before I'm pulling at her tank top, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor.

"Der-ek!" Casey yelps, goosebumps rising on her arms.

Seconds later, I'm sliding my hands into her shorts, dropping them to the floor as well, quickly doing the same to my own pants too, leaving us both naked as the day we were born.

Although, if you'd asked me a year or two ago what I thought Casey might've been like a birth, I probably would've said she had to have been born in a turtleneck and a chastity belt. That concept is comical to me now, though.

I pull Casey back to me, a little rougher this time, kissing her with as much passion and heat as I can muster as I reach to my side and turn on the shower.

I lift my step-sister up and she wraps her legs around my waist, presumably going along with whatever it is I have planned.

I slide open the door to the shower enough so we'll fit in and step inside, the cold water beating down on my back in an almost heavenly way.

Casey seems to feel it too if the way she moans against my lips means anything.

The water isn't so cold it's uncomfortable, but it's also not nearly as hot as both Casey and I would usually make the water and let me just say, it feels incredible after suffering through this heat.

I press Casey up against the wall of the shower, running my hands along her sides and down her thighs, biting and kissing into her neck. I don't think I'd be able to stop myself even if I wanted to at this point. It just feels too damn good.

"Oh, Derek," Casey breathes, leaning her head back against the shower wall and bucking her hips up against me.

"Casey," I grunt out, my hands coming up now to cup her chest, my thumbs running over her nipples.

Casey lets one of her legs down, leaving the other still around my waist, pressing her forehead to mine, looking directly at me.

"Derek, please," Casey whimpers and I don't think I can ever say no to her.

I'm inside her in seconds, pumping my hips almost immediately.

It occurs to me that I'm not wearing a condom and she hasn't said anything so far, but I can't bring myself to care much past that. My upstairs brain isn't the one working right now.

"Oh my gosh, Derek," Casey cries, and I'm feeling the same way. No sex for a week is totally not gonna work for us when we tend to have sex multiple times a week... Okay, and sometimes multiple times a day.

I'm thrusting into her, rocking her back against the shower wall and the water is raining down against my arm and holy shit, this isn't gonna last very long at all. But can you blame me? I have a wet, sexy dancer on me. I mean, come on, that's gotta count for something.

Casey is letting out a litany of some of the most erotic noises I've ever heard- sounds that would make some porn stars blush. She's whimpering and moaning and keening and I want almost nothing more than to hear those noises for the rest of my life.

"Cas-ey."

Her name comes out broken on my lips and I drop my head to her shoulder, still thrusting inside her and rubbing her nipples, but I know if I don't pull out soon I'll be back in the dog house.

But Casey comes first. Casey always has to come first. And come, she does- loud and strong.

"Der-ek!"

Casey's head thunks back against the shower wall and I drop her leg from my hip, pulling out of her, slowly enough to not hurt her, apologizing when I misaim and finish on her leg as opposed to the wall like I meant to.

The rest of our shower is spent in a more calm, but no less passionate, way. Casey and I stand under the spray of the water, rinsing off the soap we've washed ourselves with, lips locked in a heated kiss.

When Casey pulls away, she also reaches to turn the shower off and reach for a towel from the rack outside the shower, wrapping it around herself before stepping out of the shower.

I'm wrapping myself in a towel too when Casey looks up at me and says, "Derek?"

"Hmm?" I reply, shaking my hair out, flinging water at the mirror and at my step-sister.

Casey bites her lip, looking up at me through her lashes as she lays a hand on my bare chest.

"Thank you. For that."

I can't help the smirk that takes root on my face and I know Casey sees it because she rolls her eyes.

"No, you ass, not for the sex. For finding a way around the heat," Casey smiles, standing up on her toes and pressing her lips up to mine. "Okay, and for the sex."

So, I totally didn't realize it's been almost three weeks since I've updated. Oops. Anyway, hope you liked this chapter!