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DisclaimerI dis the person who claims they own Life with Derek, whether or not they actually do. It should be me who owns it. Hmph. (Lolz).

When they got home they both went upstairs as quickly as possible. Derek set his stuff next to his bed and paced around the room. Thoughts of Casey ran through his mind. All he could see was Casey's red hot face and hear her huffy breath. His half erection became a full hard on but he refused to please himself. Derek sat down. If he were to masturbate to the thought of Casey, it would be admitting that he was attracted to her, even though in his small ways he had already admitted that.

Example one would be when they first met. He told her that she was cute. Then their parents got married and she would always comment on how he "got the step-sister he always wanted." Example two would be when he decided to make out with Victoria because she looked like Casey. She didn't have some of Casey's innocent features that he had come to enjoy, but it was good enough. Normally he wouldn't have freaked out so much when Edwin saw him kissing Vicky, but he didn't want anyone to see through him. To this day he would look at the video to reminisce.

And example three? Example three was what happened in the car. I can't believe I did that. It was good, even though there was no tongue. It's not always about the tongue with Derek Venturi. A thought of Casey straddling him ran through his head and he banged his fists on the bed.

His erection was actually starting to hurt it was so hard. Might as well, just to get rid of it. As he started to unzip his pants, someone knocked on the door. He zipped his pants back up and sighed, then walked to the door and opened it.

"Yes Edwin?" Derek asked in annoyance.

"Was I interrupting something?" He questioned innocently.

"No. What do you want?"

"Can I come in to talk to you?" Derek opened the door to let him in and shut it behind him. He then bounded to the bed before Edwin spotted his hard on, and bent over it as he sat. Hopefully talking to Edwin would make it go away.

"Shoot." Derek said.

"Okay. I need girl advice. There is this girl, and I like her a lot. In fact I have liked her longer than any other girl. She likes me back too."

"So what's the problem?" Derek cut in.

"Well, I can't be with her."

"If you can't then you can't."

"But how do we get rid of our feelings? I already kissed her and everything."

"Wait. Why can't you be together?" Edwin looked down, and Derek assumed that he was ashamed of something.

"I can't because, because…I just can't ok. I might tell you later…just tell me how to get rid of my feelings."

"I don't do feelings. You have to talk to someone else."

"Like who?" Derek's first thought was Casey, but he wasn't sure if he should suggest her.

"Figure it out. Sorry I can't help." He gave a semi-sympathetic look to Edwin, then shooed him out of his room. His erection was still standing at attention. Good thing Edwin came in here though. I almost gave in. Derek Venturi never gives in. I guess it's a cold shower for me.

Derek grabbed a set of clean clothes from his basket on his computer desk and walked into the bathroom. He took off his clothes off and pulled back the curtain.

Derek jumped back in shock. Casey was in the tub, covered in bubbles, washing her breasts.

"DER-EK!" She screamed out. In a panic he grabbed all his stuff and ran out of the bathroom, covering his crotch. He slammed his door, threw his stuff down, flopped on his bed and covered his naked body up. Derek was shaking. That had freaked him out. Not only had he kissed his step-sib, but he saw her naked and rubbing her breasts. He reached down and touched himself, which made him explode on the bed sheets. Derek hadn't even moved his hand, and he came more than he had came before by his own doing. Maybe Casey's too.

He attempted to clean it up, when someone knocked on the door. Quickly, he put clothes on and opened it.

"Yes?"

"What did you do to my sister?" Lizzie asked accusingly, her arms crossed.

"Nothing."

"I heard her scream your name, louder than usual."

"Ask her. I didn't do anything too horrible." He shut the door in her face. It wasn't that horrible actually. Derek was a bit ashamed that he freaked out like that. She always makes me lose my cool. Why does she have to be…so damn sexy?

The only other girl that made him lose his cool like that was Kendra, but that didn't last too long. After they started dating he became more comfortable and he settled back into his ways. Such a smooth talker. He smirked to himself. Good times. Kendra was his first, but she, on the other hand, had sex with someone else before she started dating him. It didn't bother him too much.

He tried to stay in his room for the rest of the night, and he even ate his dinner in his room. His dad tried to get him to come out, but it wasn't that he had a problem. I just have to figure out how to act around Casey. I'm not used to this kind of situation. Not that I haven't kissed girls…it's just…I live with the girl that I want.

Derek couldn't sleep and, apparently, niether could Casey. A soft knock was placed on his door around eleven 'o clock. He opened the door and saw Casey. She walked in and around him. He shut the door. They looked at each other in silence, until Casey winded her hand back and slapped him in the face. Shock ran through his body, and her face was getting angrier by the second.

"How dare you kiss me!" Casey said in a loud whisper.

"You seemed ok with it in the car." Derek stated, putting up his defenses.

"Well I was thinking about it, and it's wrong. We can't do that. That's why I was trying to get over you. I almost did too."

"Did you really like me that much?"

"Yes. I actually did. I thought you did too, like you said when you came home drunk two months ago. I guess it was just the alcohol." Casey looked down to the left.

"What exactly did I say? I can't remember everything that was said." Casey sighed.

"We were walking up the stairs and you told me that you were still attracted to me, that you wanted to be with me. You said that you only did the stuff you did to me to get my attention, and to hide how you actually felt. So I told you what I had been feeling for a while. But it was too good to be true. Danielle ran up the stairs and you pounced on her like a lion." She covered her eyes; it was obvious that she was starting to cry.

"I'm sorry." Derek said softly, looking up, not knowing what to do.

"I don't want an apology. I want to know if that's how you felt. How you really felt."

"You know, I don't know." He froze his thoughts for a second and reached out for her hand. She looked up at him and put her hand in his. Derek yanked her and she fell forward. Their lips were close, but they weren't kissing. "What I do know, is that I really enjoyed kissing you, and I fantasize about you. It's driving me crazy." Casey was about to say something, but he smirked and closed the space between them with a kiss.

His eyes were closed this time, and he assumed hers were too. Derek parted her lips with his tongue, and they explored each others mouth. After a few minutes Casey suddenly pushed him away. He started to walk towards her but she smacked him again, only harder, and then ran out of the room.